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by Bart Edelman Hadn’t walked the plank In a number of years. Never planned on it again. But when you showed up, I dispensed with my shoes, Feeling the smooth wood, Cold beneath my feet, Familiar step by step. I was halfway across, Before you called out-- Told me to abandon fate. And I wavered, of course. Didn’t know how to retreat. Couldn’t envision the course. Unsteady each moment. Then I paced my way back, Where you stood, open-handed, Offering what still remained-- One pirate heart to another. * * * BART EDELMAN’s poetry collections include Crossing the Hackensack, The Alphabet of Love, The Gentle Man, The Last Mojito, The Geographer’s Wife, Whistling to Trick the Wind, and This Body Is Never at Rest: New and Selected Poems 1993 – 2023.
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