The Charity Houses of Cape Cod
A Poem by Amy Nawrocki
This is what Thoreau called those rickety and shingled bungalows
that braced the wind-swept dune sands with the kind of poise given to
the most humble of structures, when wooden planks know
they are no match for the tyranny and heartlessness
of sea storms. When he walked along the Cape Cod shoreline,
Thoreau’s mapmaker fe…