Merchant ships still pass
through the Sault Locks at night,
sweetly though,
with a little water
splashing up against the bow--
And you can see the mills
from the shoreline
where Sault Ste. Marie works
on alloys and copper and metals
and tins--
They say Hemingway
used to fish these waters,
beneath the bridge, on the
Canadian side,
where the local girls
used to swim at night
when it wasn't too cold--
And around midnight
you can sit on the sleepy banks
and watch the lights
drop out in the houses
stateside,
sweetly though;
with a little water
splashing up against the bow.
Originally published in Red Shoes Review, 1989
Gio reads "Sault Locks" on YouTube
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