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Alice Duggan


Clams In shallow water, hollow
hours sway drifting noon falls away

the causeway’s blue two miles out where
dream cars cross  now and then

toy-sized soft-toned faintly there,
towing no sound My father

came through half his life
for this  dark cedars rough beach
stay cows

He stows the rope
he firms the knots

He tends the winds
the little battered boats.


Alice Duggan loves to garden at home and at her local public library. She loves  to read mysteries, biographies, history, novels and even poems. Her poems have  been published in Sleetmagazine, Water-stone Review, and Whistling Shade;  and in a chapbook, A Brittle Thing, Green Fuse Press, 2012.