Interest Piece from NPR

Cocked crane legs of Gloucester rigging,
hard hats dangling on pegs amidships.
A pickup idles in the harbor lot
and walking with my wife’s hand
we notice the hiccuped shoulders in the cab,
the hand
daubing the driver’s eyes.

Sun-orange on the belly of a gull. The scabby ships
pulled in and dormant–a year of space
to save gasping cod stocks off the cape.
Enough to rust a trawler it would seem.
Whiffs exhale from the muffler.
The schooling cod blue, swelling.
What was it they said
on the radio? An act of salvation.

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About A. Miller

ALEX MILLER JR. is a staff writer for The Curator and the co-author of A Bow From My Shadow, a collection of poems written in dialogue with Luke Irwin. His essays and poems have appeared in The Conversation, Transpositions, Pif, The Curator, The Denver Syntax, Lake Effect, and ken*again. He is an adjunct professor of Western literature at Gordon College in Wenham, Mass., and high school English and Rhetoric teacher. He lives in Beverly, Mass. You can follow him on Twitter: @miller_jr.

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