INDIANA SUMMER BLUES

Today,

Even the Wind echoes my loneliness

As it rattles through the woods

And whispers into the valley.

There the river ripples

In the wake of the kingfisher’s catch

And the water-spider’s motion

Leaves chains that only link

Me to my past.

The sun etches a silver web

Against the bridge’s shadow

Across the swift Maumee,

And from somewhere deep

I call your name out

Low.