Remember now that place between the dock and boat
that, sometimes, drifting out against its rope,
opened a green and holy place before the boat beat back.
But for that moment, green.
—Deborah Digges, from The Wind Blows Through the Doors of My Heart (Alfred A. Knopf, 2009)
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