The Blue Dory, the Soul

— I left the blue dory
there had been so much news
so many flashbulbs        breaking
up the dory

so many people
following their names
eating their third heavy car
their third book

I left the blue dory
on its hip       on the fence
left my soul       not “mine”
“my” clothes       off
I left the edges of “my” face
“my” hands

Door in the Mountain: New & Collected Poems