Thanks forever.

[baratron]

Look at those empty ships	I'm parked here	Hello freighter,
floating north	out of work all year.	Hello tanker.
between south-running ice	No hurry now	Welcome, welcome,
like big tulips	and sleep badly.	to New York.
in the Narrows	But I'm self-employed.
under the Verrazano	My new job's
toward the city harbor.	to wave them in.

Milton Kessler, 1930-2000.

I've always liked this poem, but it seems more poignant now.