The river hasn’t iced completely over yet this year although
there were some days when it appeared it had.
They say the ocean temps are warm this season what with the
record high December temperatures experienced.
Today the Merrimack is flowing black as unadulterated coffee
underneath an overcast late January sky.
Minor slabs of ice came floating leisurely upstream while
the tide was coming in this afternoon.
I watched the seagulls closely cross the heart of river in
the name of wings and wind and holy largemouth bass.
Then an eagle flew with straight determination past those
eastern white pine trees on the far shore.
And now I’m at a loss of words illuminating everything
transpiring on this open closer one.
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