1
what if the tide never turns
but waits to be submerged
in the next high tide
one after another until
the whole city is inundated?
sailboats would go under
on their moorings, perhaps still
rocking mostly one side
from perpendicular
the wharf and its autos
would mean nothing
while the moon ignores her orbit
2
masts sway
like speedometers
or gauges
missing their dials
3
a whirlpool, however large or compact
swirls within myriad currents
that knit the harbor
some talk of changing public opinion
or the incumbent party
but don’t reckon the vortex
swimmers approach
laughing to each other
any remorse
over their drowning
will ring hollow
3
while ducktrap is a fish
a store touts its Ducktrap Decoy
whether for some waterfowl or the fish
lingers in question
awaiting a retort
from Daffy, Donald, or Daisy
as for the fish? only silent
disdain
Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
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