Crab Dock
by Kim Goldberg
cold bites my mittens with pincushion puppy teeth gnawing
my fingertips
stubble-face men fumble in sacks, lash slippery
chicken breasts into crab traps
twist and…
sploosh!
gulls shriek like grannies, leap from the sea, float
in the air, return
to their rocking chairs
and wait
~
(text and image © Kim Goldberg)
“Crab Dock” was originally published in The New Quarterly in 2005, and subsequently appeared in my 2007 collection Ride Backwards on Dragon. This poem was one of the first poems I ever wrote. And it was the first poem of mine to be accepted and published by a literary magazine. Thank you, TNQ! I blogged about that here.
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