Mighty Mississippi
In Southern Comfort she flows along
Her swirling current of water
a stream of muddy river songs
rising
ebbing
flowing
throughout history and a graveyard of industry
back then when Huckleberry Finns
went wading in with bamboo poles
and steam queens paddled by
in antebellum style
The wooden wheel marking time each
turn
turn
turn
preserving a place in the memory burn
that good folk never forget
Beginnings and endings progressing toward
a more is more corp of engineers
who through the years
built levees to sway direction
against her power of intention
Still, she goes
bending
winding
where she wants
smelling like catfish and boiled potatoes
poem by Sara Fielder
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