Across the River Poem 

Across the River Poem

a bull moose waits
(for something)
to cross the river. Finally it crosses.
You want to link the moose,
to the pain in your chest,
but to compare
a moose’s efforts to ascend a riverbank
at dusk, in the heat,
to your own life
so you watch it go, and let the impulse go
with it, over and out
of view of the zero stars
governing a sky
increasingly savage in its clearness.
Brian Henry

Across the River Poem 

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