Bunker Trail, Vashon Island<\/p>\n
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……..<\/span><\/span>New Year\u2019s Eve (8 p.m.)<\/em> His body is covered ……..<\/span>New Year\u2019s Eve (Midnight)<\/em> Each beach has a load of sand Sandbags have a rough stink, ……..<\/span>New Year (3 a.m.)<\/em> The cabin splinters, waves work I lean in, pulling our sons <\/p>\n “Bunker Trail, Vashon Island” is reprinted from 13th Moon,<\/em> then Nature of an Island<\/em>, and is forthcoming in Bunker Trail <\/em>(Finishing Line Press).<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A Washington native, Ann Spiers<\/a> is the current Vashon Island Poet Laureate. Her recent chapbooks are Bunker Trail<\/em> <\/a>(Finishing Line Press, forthcoming), What Rain Does<\/em><\/a> (Egress Studio Press, Bellingham), A Wild Taste<\/em> <\/a>(May Day Press, Shelton), and Long Climb into Grace<\/em><\/a> (FootHills Publ., New York). She leads workshops developing poem cycles for chapbooks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Bunker Trail, Vashon Island ……..New Year\u2019s Eve (8 p.m.) His body is well dressed in wool coat and heavy gloves. His body rides the currents from the Narrows north up Colvos Straits, passes our iced windows to beach on … Continue reading
\nHis body is well dressed
\nin wool coat and heavy gloves.
\nHis body rides the currents
\nfrom the Narrows
\nnorth up Colvos Straits,
\npasses our iced windows
\nto beach on Dolphin Point.<\/p>\n
\nwith care in wool and knit.<\/p>\n
\nSandbags are a mesh of smell,
\ndormant in stacks of dozens.<\/p>\n
\nthat migrates back and forth.
\nWe shovel load after load
\ninto bellies of sandbags
\nin the night and north wind.<\/p>\n
\nhemp, creosote, and sea mire.<\/p>\n
\nFor decades, I did this dream,
\nwaking deeper, blacker into its hole.<\/p>\n
\ndark rafters and pilings akimbo,
\nexposing chairs, children’s bunks.
\nThe fire settles to a fizzle.
\nElated to get the task over,<\/p>\n
\nup and up, by the wrists.<\/p>\n