Negril

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Verna E. George

This sea,
With woman’s patient hands,
Weaves a white cloth
From warp and weft
of finest sand.

Then shirrs
and gathers into place
Around the hem of beach
A froth of lace.

Embroiders it
With skeins of seaweed.
Limply green;

And tacks some more
In tangled spots
On the wide fabric
Of the shore

There. motionless.
Like gleaming brooches, stand
A row of painted boats
Pinned to curve
And swell of land

And later
From night’s darkened room
Where still she weaves
The fraying sand
There comes the humming
Of the loom

The humming
Of the loom