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Donna Hilbert


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She wears her hair undone
my summer girl
goes from nightgown
to bathing suit and back again
cares nothing for exercise
but swims miles across the bay
for fun. Her days are long
like the Russian novels she reads
on the beach. She must be
called indoors to eat.
Everywhere she walks
she leaves a trail of sand.
 

From The Congress of Luminous Bodies (Aortic Books, 2013).
Used here with the author’s permission.

 

 
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Donna Hilbert writes and teaches private workshops from her home in Long Beach, California. Her work is widely published in multiple languages and she is featured in the documentary, “Grief Becomes Me: A Love Story.” Her most recent collection is The Congress of Luminous Bodies, from Aortic Books, and she has several poems in The Widow’s Handbook (Kent State University Press). Learn more about Donna at www.donnahilbert.com.

 

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Post New Comment:
Dorcas:
As long as an impression is left.
Posted 06/09/2015 12:10 PM
barbsteff:
Wonderful use of detail to give us a picture of this girl and her relationship to a parent.
Posted 06/09/2015 11:25 AM
wendy morton:
let us all leave a trail of sand. Lovely.
Posted 06/09/2015 09:39 AM
Supa:
Just beautiful. I can really visualize this girl. I have daughters a& granddaughters and this just made me feel good. I love the ocean, sand & reading.
Posted 06/09/2015 03:03 AM
Katrina:
Sounds as though she has got stamina!
Posted 06/09/2015 02:08 AM


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