Centennial of Melville’s birth this morning.
Whale balloons drift up released by priests. Whale floats parade
followed by boats of boys in sou’westers jiggled by runners
followed by aldermen in a ritual skiff propelled by “surf”— girls.
In my hotel room with its cellophane partitions (under watery)
I phone down for ice-water, glass, tumbler, and the cubes.