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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