POEM: My mother the sea major

BY JOLYN PHILLIPS

She has only her voice
Singing out of her hands
stitching nets
doh
re
mi
fah
neverending
so
la
ti
doh
singing out of her hands
my mother the sea major
whistles for the fish to bite
whistling without flats or sharps
her skin calloused scales because of the sun
because of her son somewhere whistling in the waves

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