The Splendid Ship
I remember standing
by the river
your hand inside
mine furled
our minds unwound
our drink that night
that tall black gulp of air
the ghost ships
white as paste on
onyx glass
rocking in total stillness
in the silence
we knew where
we dive
to extract a
word
our futures
flat-pressed to now.
Jill Pearlman is a writer and poet based in Providence, RI. She has published in Salamander, Frequency Anthology, Soul-Lit, Crosswinds and others. She writes a blog about ecstasy, art and aesthetics in wartime at jillpearlman.com
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