The Blue Door

sat seaward salt-spray
within the hot packed bar
opened to
the garden  of  her
claret shoes   their
stranded rising and halo
frame-cover briar shawl of
fragment   hope chest full
in the small house of her

abandon            fresh from
salt water       poor farm
boy sailor         take  him
in fields
  and  chambers
slight in beat                new

rosary under her thumb pressed
hollow of his neck and shoulder

 
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