We’re imitating the mating calls of dolphins, fish and whales,
The wailing moans and melancholic tones of males hunting females,
By the water forts of steel and glass and torturous cranes and cargo casks,
Containers masking the horizon while cranes move fast in tandem,
If you close your eyes and taste the breeze,
And shut your mind off to all you see,
You might as well be underneath the oily water surfacing,
Those mournful sounds have me surrounded, crooning from left to right,
And the boats idle slowly along their way in the mid-afternoon light.
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