For terns and their fast wingsand the silvery fish that vanish beneath them. For the little that I haveand less now, even, that you left me with. For the oddly striped and sunblockedand our ritual weekend-wash in the sea. For my booksand your eye that didn’t discern their value. For this memoried vesseland its wealth … Continue reading A doorway into thanks
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