Reblogged from August 26, 2014, as we head out to Savana, GA, tomorrow. — kenne
“I step aboard the orchid boat” — Image by kenneDepartures
by Lee Harwood
A hot summer night,
the sound of rain in the courtyard.
A satin breeze
sways the curtains.
She wrote
‘Gently I open
my silk dress and float alone
on the orchid boat. Who can
take a letter beyond the clouds?’ *
All those years ago
And he wrote
‘A picture held us captive and we
could not get outside it.’
When the winter came
she wrote
‘I put on my new quilted robe
sewn with gold thread.’ **
—that face, the tilt of those shoulders
Is that how you saw it?
Passing a mirror in a dusky corridor
—that face, the tilt of those shoulders.
Or in the bright light of morning
the details of your face in that mirror
—a picture, as though set, that maps
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