Site Navigation Information Prose Poetry Art On the Stump Serials Question of the Week About the Authors Links and Awards Message Board			Douglas Tanoury On the Shore At the Mariner's Hospital The nurses would Set old sailors in wooden Wheelchairs right at the water's edge. I'd see them in the afternoon Wearing pajamas or robes And on summer mornings With blankets draped across their shoulders. Some looked out over the lake Other stared down at their feet, A few slept stretched out in the sun Like driftwood on the shore, and only The steam whistles of freighters Navigating the narrow channel Would rouse them. Want to respond to this poem? Do it here! Return to Detroit Poems