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