Here the gloaming sky is like those old
but now long cold Ohio hearths
in their days and nights of belching fire,

the water red and rippling like liquid steel.
But it is decades from that false promise
and many miles from all that rust, the place we left to

when the fractures deepened past the point of mending,
closer it is to where we started, the city by the lake
that remains the biggest part of him I carry

besides his name.
This would be his heaven, lac des bois, with its winding
shore and dark depths.

I can almost see him if I try, casting from this dock
or trolling out above the shoals as loons let loose
their thin-throated sorrows better than we ever could.



Image Credits: Logan Fulcher

William Soldan

William R. Soldan grew up in and around the Rust Belt city of Youngstown, Ohio, where he lives with his wife and two children. He holds a BA in English Literature from Youngstown State University and an MFA from the Northeast Ohio Master of Fine Arts program. His work appears or is forthcoming in publications such as New World Writing, Gordon Square Review, (b)OINK, Anomaly Literary Journal, Ohio’s Best Emerging Poets Anthology, and many others.

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