I AM WASHED
Down by the normal pier, the
boats are all headed sideways.
I awoke today thinking of nothing
at all. The pipe-smoking guy was
on the bench again, still reading
his endless Grisham, while two
girls sought out the ladies room
in the boat-basin building nearby.
In the same way that a service
station attendant used to do
windshields, the city worker
now brooms the brick floor.
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