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Potomac Town in February

by Carl Sandburg, 1920

The bridge says: Come across, try me; see how good I am.
 The big rock in the river says: Look at me; learn how to stand up.
 The white water says: I go on; around, under, over, I go on.
 A kneeling, scraggly pine says: I am here yet; they nearly got me last year.
 A sliver of moon slides by on a high wind calling: I know why; I’ll see you to-morrow; I’ll tell you everything to-morrow.

Published in Smoke and Steel
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