Carillon
Point
Photo
© 2019 Jennifer Wagner
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It
wasn’t the briny olives,
the
creamy fromage.
It
wasn’t the tender duck confit.
It
wasn’t even the cascade
of
twilight on harbored boats
on
which we imagined
ourselves
adventuring.
It
was you, in your fisherman sweater,
blue-green
eyes sparkling,
hooking
deep to give me back
my
heart and bones,
returning
all my loss, tossed
in
the fracturing, titanic wind,
holding
me to my dreams
and
why I’d dreamt them.
©
2019 Jennifer Wagner