the fourth eclectic reader
renders stories of nantucket whalers.
i didn’t buy a copy,
i stole one from my teacher
and i kept it in my blazer.
‘from new bedford sound,
they were gone for several winters.’
round the cape of good hope,
peru and argentina…
now, crossing the equator.
i wished she’d come with me.
trade fireside for frozen ocean.
but love changes, with tide, with season;
and absence, i read, makes hearts grow fonder.