Realization on the Merrimack riverbank

three naked bodies
in a boat upon the river
all me — all me, I tell you
they are me
filthy with nakedity

there is a spirit
there vibrating on the edge
where the water seems like heaven
like heaven, i tell you
as i slip off the stony ledge

the memory of a salmon
on the tongues of carp
my story — my story, I tell you
that was me
filthy without history