Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Mrs. Gibbons' kitchen acts as unofficial headquarters

She thought the voices
came from a party breaking up
along the shore

until men stumbled
into her kitchen
fresh water drunk.

Is a blanket pulled tight,
a clutched mug of coffee,
more powerful

than the freezing water
the near drowning
& desperate search for missing friends?

They gathered around her stove
first the Hibou crew then
the search party
between shifts on boats

sharing that space of warmth
that moment of safety.

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