Pont Saint-Louis

Joseph Curra

-For HRS


Beyond the river dividing two islands,

bells toll against a city ancient, moving modern,

where at night, behind Notre Dame,

the water, lighted, turns an amber glow

before bronze and darkened stone


while, across a cobbled path, gather disciples

searching for the rigid—

learning to hold against tide and time

like the old man on the footbridge

who sings folk songs like cities

that live beyond the living,


who must have held once to the railing,

looking for a reflection and poured forth impression.


Shawangunk Review Volume XXXI Copyright © 2020 by Joseph Curra. All Rights Reserved.

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