Little finger
\nof a moat
\nprotect one side of this city
\nfrom another, neither better
\nfor this strip of bay water.<\/p>\n
One freeway
\nto tuck
\nunder the other:
\nmother daughter,
\nshy toddler
\nof an on-ramp.<\/p>\n
A lap of wet clothes
\nand a bottle,
\na tramp and a backpack gang
\ntagging the insides
\nof factories.<\/p>\n
They leave they\u2019ll leave eventually.<\/p>\n
Silt, settling
\nin your belly,
\nmelting trench songs
\nmen sang
\nin the days of industry
\nwill fill you up, give herons
\na place to step, drink
\nfish, and all of this,
\nthese sad last
\nsigns of settlement
\nwill muddy-up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Little finger of a moat protect one side of this city from another, neither better for this strip of bay water. One freeway to tuck under the other: mother daughter, shy toddler of an on-ramp. A lap of wet clothes and a bottle, a tramp and a backpack gang tagging the insides of factories. They … Continue reading Moor Your Ragged Houseboat to the Bank<\/span>