Do They See the Cormorants?

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Nabíl Boschman is a poet, student teacher, and haberdasher from Parksville. While at VIU in Nanaimo he published poetry in three editions of Portal: A Literary Journal, and received the Kevin Roberts Poetry Award. This year, alongside his studies at UBC, he self-published his first chapbook of poetry entitled Dust.		© 2012 Nabil Boschman Do They See the Cormorants? Each time the crew boat drops into the lee of another wave sit bones smack the steel seat— headphones yanked from jacks, each time plugged in again, song started again. Everyone silent this morning on the commute— their ears plugged up with headphones— sleeping faces pressed against windows fogging up with breath. I hear the crash of ocean on aluminum through the crying of the engine. Do they notice anymore the clouds like steel wool scrubbing away forest in huge clear cut swatches on the hills? Do they see the cormorants bob on cobalt sea like children— climb onto green pillar buoys and hang their wings to dry?
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