For
Hal Ragsdale
“And all I ask is a
tall ship and a star to steer her by”
--John
Masefield
You
wrecked Linda by dying
first, but you returned
first, but you returned
with a second heart.
After her death, you crafted
After her death, you crafted
your house to berth her back
to you, slowly if necessary,
with an electric lighthouse as your
with an electric lighthouse as your
séance candle, with her antique
model ships surrounding you—many
ready lifeboats. But framed
and prominent near your TV
was the store-bought poster
of a man dwarfed by the lighthouse
that was dwarfed by a wave
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