A Year at the Shore
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Sunbathing
Not to begin to know what weeds
And grass grow beside her deck
She goes home a while to see
The doctor, the pain from nowhere
Can’t be a thing the tests won’t show.
Back to the deck, the wait, low
Gulls cry her pain the tests won’t show
By the weeds whose names she cannot know
But grow to hold the sand that
Holds the deck that holds the woman’s pain.
It slants. The deck, the sun, the pain
She sits beside, within, and then
A shadow. On this deck and in the graph
Pain slants a shadow where
No curtains can be pulled to ease the light,
The night. The weeds. The names.
I’m lying on my stomach. Look across my peeling nose to see the dunes The crooked wooden stairs, the roof, the sky The tipped umbrellas and Charlie sits beneath This man who holds the ocean in this eyes Thinks of raking and of wild sweet peas and roses Holding shifting sand My glasses move and miracle two Charlies reappear Both watching kids play volleyball, little, sandy Screaming players, net afloat, I pinch the towel And watch two Charlies up there, one hosing down the boards; And then the other thinking that he doesn’t trust the universe,
Formats Book Details Familiar with life on the shores of Cape Cod and New Jersey, the author, Janet Hubbs, explores the idea of living at the edge of the human world in this short collection of poems aptly named, A Year at the Shore. As she concludes in the volume's title poem: "And the waves move back and forth while the years go round." Janet Hubbs was born in
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