Poems by Elizabeth Poreba

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February Thaw

by Elizabeth Poreba

From Canary Winter 2017-18

Elizabeth lives on the 14th floor of an apartment building within the Lower Hudson watershed. Along this entire 153-mile reach, the Hudson is actually a tidal estuary rather than a river.

The brook is a white thread become glassy lava
reflecting light’s love for water, sentimental
in rainbows, harsh here, glinting
on a tumult, thin and colossal, an aria.

She could be in love or dying,
language unknown but feeling
familiar, a wave, a leaf
released to the rush,

snow to liquid, heart to mouth
all transparent —
this moment, her singing,
the waters swelling

and all melting headlong.




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