For Marie
A friend wears as a brooch
Gold boat, golden oars,
Refinement intensified
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Below her breastbone,
Mast, oars, tiller
Hammered thin as ash
Keys, sycamore wings,
Rowlocks whispering,
Her journey’s replica
With me a stowaway,
A transubstantial
Imaginary oarsman.
January 25th, 2012
