Final Nature Poem on the Little Cuyahoga

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Final Nature Poem on the Little Cuyahoga

Final Nature Poem on the Little Cuyahoga

A poem for Earth Day, which is today.

"Final Nature Poem on the Little Cuyahoga " by Ron Antonucci

This river smells like wet dog.
A cardinal dips
blood-bright above the water’s yellow
rush over slime slick rocks.
A jammed fishing reel hangs tangled
from the dusty brush on the banks.
A slack blue bag droops. An oil quart.
Brown filter tips clutch together, smoked
and soggy.
Two beer cans: one, flattened, glints in the mud;
the other, suck hole up, bobs in the eddy.
On the shore, a flourish of fast food Styrofoam
like torn flowers, in colors that never match.
A swallow, belly feathers matted and combed
by last night’s rain, lies eyeless in the muck,
danced on by fleas and flies.
And me:
my neoprene sole stirs up
clear backwater pools,
Making a monster foot
No Iroquois ever had vision of.

"Final Nature Poem on the Little Cuyahoga " by Ron Antonucci, from I Have My Own Song for It: Modern Poems of Ohio. Eds. Elton Glaser and William Greenway. University of Akron Press, 2002. Used with permission of the author.

Ron Antonucci lives in Cleveland Heights. A former newspaper and literary editor, he has written reviews and articles for The San Francisco Chronicle, The Plain Dealer and others. His poems have been published in journals such as Whiskey Island Magazine, The Vincent Brothers Review and Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine.