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Dave Smith

I throw out love
like an anchor and wait where the long house lights
of strangers tickle the river’s back …

Isn’t it right to drag the rivers for the bodies
not even the nets could catch?  I won’t lie, I want
you to lie with me on the tumbling surface of love.

— Dave Smith, from “Sailing the Back River,” Floating on Solitude: Three Volumes of Poetry (University of Illinois Press, 1996), originally published in Cumberland

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