They follow a swirl along
an eddy of the muddy river;
Gentle intimacy on dark currents.
Befriending me, I am carried
and charmed by their decency.
The pines behind the library
were mauled today.
Sliced and piled on
big flatbeds.
All that’s left
of the green shadows
is red clay dozed to powder.
Our radios sling love
along the airways.
The ducks paddle orange feet.
They surround us in wings
and bless us in feathers.
We give them mud and highways.
Pushing them north.
Steeling our hearts
against their necks and tails
that frisk the damp
and darkening air.
Jed Feffer
Spring 1999
We live in Greensboro, Vermont in a 175 year old farmhouse. I enjoy fly fishing, kayaking, hiking and working on our house. I have been writing poetry for over 50 years.
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