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he 

calls his boat —

my-righteous/beauteous- 

 

Rose

after me.

he sails this boat —

 

secure in wood —

downriver —

beyond calm water:

 

past-harbor-into-tumult/the-burning-

 

reverie . . .

a floating-stick/flame-on-water —

until — at long/last —

 

he 

settles upon

a safe shore in comfort.

 

he jokingly 

calls the place —

thank-god-the-land-Forget-Me-Not

 

— &

names his clapboard house 

Celestine-the-sky/

she-who-once-was-the-sea.

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* this is not a poem or a painting — "this is not my beautiful house" — it's a portal *

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