The Last Word
“What a lovely illusion!
An old car tire, a mossy mattress,
a shopping cart strewn on the river’s bank.
The drone of a leaf blower interrupts.
And the river says, ‘Hush!’
We have a time limit.
We are on notice.
And the river says, ‘Quick, quick before it’s too late!’”
—Nancy Kysela, Fall Series writer (excerpt, found poem)