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September 2nd, 1962-an Addendum to Leaving Port (Barry Sons-Berwick, LA)

Coming to me to steal away,
the yellow flecks in your eyes glistening;
I’ve known the look since we were six.

Hidden from the world you take me
into the bow of the trawler.

The smell of the engine and cypress wood
mixed with the smell of you; I fall to my knees,
then you to mine.

Decked in flags and balloons,
her winning ribbon hoisted high in the wind.
The party above us to loud to hear our
Love come to fruition.

I dreamed it was acceptance but
It was your farewell.
I have loved you beyond the war that took you from me. 


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