Untitled-The Mississippi

I am a stranger to its nuances

its secrets hidden beneath and at each bend,

but its power calls

its history beckons

as flattened waves caress the muddy shores.

Sailboats astride

power boats along

seventy-eight car freight train adjacent

neighboring bridges opposite

one rusted red-brown while

on its glamorous sister

cars traverse the shining pewter span.




current of two sorts: past and water

gulls screeching

crawfish digging

turtles burying

monarch hovering

eagle soaring.

The Mississippi River.

Written on the banks of the Mississippi in Dubuque, IA 9/09  C


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