Trier, 1986

 

Through grape-heavy trellis

we watched a city effervesce

on the river like dreaming.

We ran barefoot over smooth,

cool cobble stones,

drank wine in the sun.

 

The vines bloomed, hung with fruit,

were harvested, then pruned and tied.

Waiting for a new season,

the vineyard stood empty.

Snow covered steep paths and rows

above the city and the river.

 

Now, the cathedral bell tolls at midnight,

echoes through mist on quiet streets.

The stream flows beneath ice

by the old mill as if you never left,

and years hadn’t passed between us.

 

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Patrick Dobson

Patrick Dobson was founded in 1962. He is a writer, scholar, ironworker, and poet who lives in Kansas City, MO. He is author of two books with the University of Nebraska Press, Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains (2009) and Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer (May 2015). Dobson is a work in progress until termination.

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