Remember now that place between the dock and boat
that, sometimes, drifting out against its rope,
opened a green and holy place before the boat beat back.
But for that moment, green.
—Deborah Digges, from The Wind Blows Through the Doors of My Heart (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009)
Thank you, apoetreflects.
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