Poetry

a wave washes over
a trawler’s deck – on its side
a musty mattress

a wasp trapped inside
flies at the window – washing
carefully folded

the wind’s song has stopped –
on the waterfront, workers
remember the cool

a dryer counting
buttons – keyboards click about
their lives, all at once

thin white streaks gather
along viridian lines –
old roofs shedding paint