Wednesday, February 11, 2015


In the Shallows of the River
Tom Hennen


 After one o’clock in the afternoon
 Ice still 
An eighth of an inch thick. 
Night never disappears. 
A glimpse of fur 
Under the dark brush on the bank.
 The aspens unmoving. 
The goldenrod too 
Is stripped down to its bare stalk. 
In the cold 
Even my thoughts 
Have lost their foliage
 And appear alone 
Dry and narrow In the flat air.


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