By Pam Burr Smith, Brunswick

the glue of long friendships
Janice sitting in the dark

under shooting stars.
You and Annie driving through the night

on bumpy unknown roads
guided by me,
who you knew would get you there

maybe not easily
because street lights were scarce,
and I hadn’t been to the dock for ages.

But we got there.
The boat was ready
the dark ocean warm.

It welcomed our hands,
we tickled its wet silk.
Under the moon

and black, starred sky
the sea birthed light
and four women stirred galaxies.

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