Author: Mary Robles

  • Hard River: Poetry

    It’s hard to imagine fish again

    with their little black silksuits,

    & the how they run to heaven as one. 

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    Menhaden feed the bees,

    cormorants, gulls

    and the black eye of the river’s sister: sky.

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    Providence was built

    as a purple bowl: enamel, jade. That light. 

    Tallest buildings fill with fishes’ glass, their eyes. 

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    Summer in this city

    sits in the sunflower seed of yellow fire.

    The bee’s side as it swims in summer, alive.