Red Shipyard

When the calm stretches out
like a lazy Monday,
and the sea whispers that you owe nothing —
put on the “Red Shipyard.”

Red as a cigarette on the pier,
loud as a seagull on your fries,
and stubborn as a ship that won’t sink.

For women who know
that both heart and anchor
are carried in the same place.

NOTE:  What’s a Shipyard?

A shipyard is where ships are born —
a place where the scent of the sea
blends with iron and sweat.
The heart of every port’s joy and drama.