NOW IT'S THE SET
(where'd I get my wit?)
The noxious fumes seem to have settled over
the Sewaren waters : the small tanker sluicing
the black water, I think, is really seeking its
tug. Over the other side, the 'immigrant' side
let's call it, is Staten Island looking back - and
here, where the waters are roiled are the workmen
with their derrick. I always have to laugh : I
remember my grandmother's story - being accosted
on an elevator by some guy who whipped it out,
she laughed at him and said, 'sure, and you'd
need a derrick to get it up.' That was enough
for him, and he fled. She said. The tanker seeks
its tug; the tug captain is seeking a hug.
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