anchored to a city

a train whistle in the distance sounds more
like the wail of a heavy
freighter lolling lonely in the
moldy harbor – i get confused sometimes
by the sound, when it’s late,

until the train leaves
and the freighter stays
chained next to a crumbling old tavern and the ghosts of
weathered old Canton port workers.

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