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
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.