Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Patricia Smith Ranzoni, poet laureate of Bucksport.
THE SWAMP’S FROZEN SOLID
By Patricia Smith Ranzoni
But the raven yells to me all the more
from atop the pointed evergreens.
“What did you bring,” he wants to know.
He and the eagle will vie for tossed perch,
pickerel, sucker and small mouth bass
once icefishing starts.
Anything freezable has been removed
from the camp. All condiments home.
The cove, too, is solid silent ice
so we know that everything that lives
in the mud has burrowed down by now.
If only people were as smart.
But the boats and furniture are undercover
and there’s a wood stack by the stove
for any marooned or lost hermit.
Any sweethearts some people know.
Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu
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