poetry
Cove with Traveler by Robert Herschbach The women divers of Korea are out in the cove, surfacing and disappearing again among bobbing Styrofoam coolers. Near the bleached weights piled on the dock, hemp nets dry in the sun. Folk song’s coming across a bullhorn on a truck parked in the sand … You wanted to be somewhere else, and you are. What’s not to like? Still, you keep looking out across the bay to that other tapering peninsula, the next one, as though it’s home to further marvels – a rare bird, a village on stilts, the oldest cast-iron bell in the hemisphere – the best of all sights, the one thing you don’t want to miss. From Loose Weather by Robert Herschbach, Washington Writers’ Publishing House. Reprinted with permission. All rights reserved.
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