
The harbour is an ironing board
Flat iron tugs dash smoothing toward
Any shirt of a ship any pillowslip
Of a freighter they decree
Must be ironed flat as washing from the seaDenis Glover
Concrete poetry on Wellington’s waterfront.

The harbour is an ironing board
Flat iron tugs dash smoothing toward
Any shirt of a ship any pillowslip
Of a freighter they decree
Must be ironed flat as washing from the seaDenis Glover
Concrete poetry on Wellington’s waterfront.
The fourth line should read:
“Of a freighter they decree”
Oh, eeek, eeek, eeek! Thanks, Mike, my bad.