By Laura Newbern Laura Newbern
At dusk, the grandmother sits alone
in the light of the long pale pool and speaks
to the frog who is waiting
by the electric gate of the clubhouse.

It will be all right, she says, leaning out
from her chair. Her voice

is churning, and old, and wet
with advice. Her newly red hair
purples under the bug light. It will be
all right, she says, again, and again

the sky rolls in and out on its journey
across the peninsula, rattling the palms.

Source: Poetry (November 2006).


This poem originally appeared in the November 2006 issue of Poetry magazine

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November 2006
 Laura  Newbern


Laura Newbern’s manuscript, Love and the Eye, has been a finalist for the Walt Whitman Award and the Verse Prize. She teaches at Georgia College and State University in Milledgeville and is the poetry editor of Arts & Letters.

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SUBJECT Living, Growing Old, Nature, Landscapes & Pastorals

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

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