Poet Marie Louise St. Onge, who has deep roots in Lowell’s French Canadian-American community, sent this poem from Maine.—PM

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Thaw

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The Merrimack

loosed from the jaws

of late March

speeds by high.  

And dark smooth

currents run fast

not like a steed

whose head is high

mane and tail hairs

flowing. 

            But rather like moments

            that can’t be taken back

            no matter how deep the dive.

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  —Marie Louise St.Onge  (c) 2011