After 4 photos by Esther Hiepler
Jennifer K
Dick
POSTCARD 1
I come up close like the photographer and gaze
down—a duck in the water and a man leaning on the helm of his barge. He is in a
grey work suit, black shoes worn soft, red hoody bunched at the back of his
neck emerging from coveralls. He looks forward, over murky milk-green water,
beyond our view. I feel him sigh within my ribcage. Inhale, exhale
brine-infused air. Our contented ease transports nothing but the remains of
the self, years lighter in this second half of our century. Merchandise already
delivered, responsibilities deposited elsewhere, vacant hull buoyant as he, the
duck, float, flotsam and jetsam: debris in this vast world of cargo
carrying on. A shadow, faint, almost indiscernible, shifts in tint (green
to blue) greying off to the port side.
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