as foghorns locate place


fog horns arthur g dove

her loves…now
are become docked shapes
of boats she once sailed upon
to bright new destinies…now
map faded… worn by creasing
in her recollection…she slips
to berths where rope line
thought does tie and knot its
fastening to ports with landings
where she breathes memory of pipe
aroma sweet with leaf tobacco and
supple tan of ample leather chairs and
deep startle thrilling laughter and
lightning quickness change of mood and
reverberating  touch

now… they tug her moorings
with remembrance…and
much as foghorns locate place
for sailing…they define her sheltering

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Arthur G. Dove


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