After the final Peabody bicker,
with champagne we stifled a snicker
imagining death and birthing travail
as we launched the ferries’ first sail.
Tacoma, the island’s great womb.
Wenatchee, a commuter’s tomb.
Autos and bodies comprise a great hoard
to bury and birth, the vessels disgorge.
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