Canvassed
the inner-harbor
and nautical terms
like an inside joke,
sailors and their industry:
this is no place to grow up.
Maltese anachronism,
exotic as North Carolina
and the incessant swearing
to remind you
we're not kids anymore,
everything else aside.
The ships are the same
the faces might as well be
and the Broad Street bars,
cars and tourists,
it's all geography, socially
constructed.
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