This morning I hear our float
slapping the bay, the voices
of African children
at float’s end, filled with joy
and the faint beige of anxiety.
There’s a bus, amphibian,
that takes the boat ramp
into the bay to become a ferry
to the local islands
that band the seaport town.
that takes the boat ramp
into the bay to become a ferry
to the local islands
that band the seaport town.
