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