In a dream, we walked hand in hand through Petersburg.
You held a black silk parasol to shade the sun
a russet scarf around your neck the surge
of ocean checked & mated sweetly done
by stone & curving banks & tender light,
newborn. This dream (frail-woven, swaying
pattern) floats through dusk... lighthearted leafboat,
whispered through the channel of my costly clay.
I woke & saw the shadow of a goldfinch
disappearing overhead. & so I send you
cardinal this blue-green valentine, launched
in a bathtub ship called Sophie-- since I know
though parted by rose-fingered sea & sinuous time
we never step outside the portals of Jerusalem
Henry Gould | Island Road 76
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