January 2005
Ice bergs.
(As if there are
some other kind of bergs.)
Frozen muck in ten-ton blocks,
it's a different kind
of gray matter.
Many mini ice bergs
washed down river
from the Tappan Zee
and further up river, too.
One day all the ice flows
were across the river
on the Manhattan side.
Another day
we had our own
share of dirty bergs.
Near the shore,
fowl of the air
foraged in the icy overflow.
If it was a duck,
it was a small duck.
Its webbed feet
were bow-legged.
The fowl splayed
its feet and tried
to tread water.
It turned its head back
to its body and
tucked its beak
under its wing
and snuggled there.
Perhaps it was
trying to shut out
the low-tide river smell.
from: Along the Hudson River - by Anthony Buccino
Copyright © 2005 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.
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