The Niagara River

The Niagara River is the physical boundary separating my little Canadian town from Trumplandia. I walk along it and wonder how life can be so very different for my neighbours on the other side.
The Niagara River

As though
the river were
a floor, we position
our table and chairs
upon it, eat, and
have conversation.
As it moves along,
we notice—as
calmly as though
dining room paintings
were being replaced—
the changing scenes
along the shore. We
do know, we do
know this is the
Niagara River, but
it is hard to remember
what that means.

by Kay Ryan
from Sixteen Poems
Persimmon Tree.org

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