The River in the City
By Paul Martin
How strange to see the river here
in the city, far from the green
country of long summers and swimming.
If only I could reach down
and touch it, let it shape
itself around my wrist
so as to remember me
as it moves under the dark bridge
past the looming blast furnaces.
Reprinted from Floating on the Lehigh (Grayson Books, forthcoming 2015); originally published in Southern Poetry Review
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