The news as we know it here
comes from upriver, the slag of it
on Spring high tides, the dreck of it,
slow as a September river often is.
What whirled and eddied yesterday,
what the storm brought with it,
what was worn and washed away,
what was drowned in the flood.
Bruce Taylor’s poetry appears in such places as Able Muse, The American Poetry Journal, The Chicago Review, The Cortland Review, The Nation, The New York Quarterly, Poetry, Rattle, and on the Writer’s Almanac: https://people.uwec.edu/taylorb
