The Hennepin Canal, a weeping gash
cleaving corn fields,
slides toward Rock Island.
Docks. Mississippi River barges.
The railyards that reel in mile-long trains
than a gouged waterway
without expediency among the stands
of cottonwood, catalpa, black
walnut. Mulberries, raspberries
lower their fruit
to the murky mirror-surface
to colonize new banks
to see their feral reflection.
Shouldering the northern boundary
of an historic distribution,
a clutch of red-eared sliders basks
on the emerging
limbs of a submerged hickory
by unretrieved sport fish.
[This is an excerpt from “Magritte’s Panels”. Check out other original poems here.]