Richard Robbins
THE TATTOOED WOMAN
guides our small boat past Roman
quarries, past naked swimmers
to a green inlet where once
pirates moored, where Ulysses
grew lost in his love of song,
the rough cliff sounding back
something like his wife’s lost name.
—from Rattle #37, Summer 2012
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