Which ship hasn't
sailed. Is it the one with sycamore masts and sails snailing under the wind; is it the fumefunnelled tin ship, steel hulled, highrise high, portholes lining watermarks like a windowed prison; is it the speedboat spoon fronted, jumping waves like ponies at practice, cargo ship, cranes swivelled, rust like skin; is it the tanker nautical whale, crossing the grass sea like slugs, the fishing boat, fish out of water, reeled by waves, stormboat swallowed; is it the dinghy condom of ships, oared muscle its motor, sunwater cruiser, moonwater swimmer: which ship hasn't sailed. Tell me bored and I'll board it.
Thank you @Carolyn Jones for this restack. It’s a joy when someone likes a poem enough to restack it. Thank you. 🙂
Vivid, witty, and inventive, each ship is drawn with such sharp, unexpected imagery, and reading that final line felt both playful and profound. :)