The Porpoise

There was a porpoise

in the Susquehanna River.

Traffic jammed along its western edge:

Williamsport, Middle Pennsylvania,

decayed home of millionaires past -

strove at dusk for a glimpse

of the silvery creature

from the sea.

Everything here is so far

from the oceans:

smokestacks, combines, dirty dishes....

Yet ... as the mists of ancient memory

arise in you,

O Middle Pennsylvania -

breakers foam.

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