• Virginia Tolles

For Those Who Run the Ferries

The captain's in the wheelhouse.

The gates are coming down.

The tickets been collected.

We're sailing cross the sound.

The seagulls want to race us.

The current's mighty strong.

The Jeeps outnumber Volvos.

We're cruising right along.

Sketch and poem copyrighted 2021, Virginia Tolles

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