If Pat Could Tell the Truth

I think of you, Barbara
a whole harbor, a fleet of ships
all the old lights

in bed together
breathing my red hair
panting

I hope someday, still
I’m sorry Ralph and I have been
I wish, Barbara, when I think of you

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