Eleven White Boats Moored on the Black Sea
But that came later;
the following morning there were only seven
with names like Virgen del Valle and Nul, Nul,
not completely white, either, but with green and red trim.
But before the boats we were on the airplane.
The prosaic, commonplace things you remembered on the plane:
That first cross country train trip and the orange light in the cabins
How when you were lifting the tea kettle from the stove one morning,
The yellow highlighter following a sentence like this one through
The cousin who, returning with his family from Yellow Stone, stopped
Jackie looking back across her shoulder at you.
The brother who collects places instead of things.
The sister who said you must come through this
to a new place.
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