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Daily Poem – Leaving the Island

July 19, 2006

Leaving the Island

Linda Pastan
We roll up the rugs and strip the beds by rote,
Summer expires as it has done before.
The ferry is no simple pleasure boat

Nor are we simply cargo, though we’ll float
Alongside heavy trucks – their stink and roar.
We roll up rugs and strip the beds by rote.

This bit of land whose lines the glaciers wrote
Becomes the muse of memory once more;
The ferry is no simple pleasure boat.

I’ll trade my swimsuit for a woolen coat;
The torch of autumn has but small allure.
We roll up rugs and strip the beds by rote.
…for the complete poem, go to:
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/132.html
Primary Source:
http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/

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