Poet Marie Louise St. Onge, who has deep roots in Lowell’s French Canadian-American community, sent this poem from Maine.—PM
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Thaw
.
The Merrimack
loosed from the jaws
of late March
speeds by high.
And dark smooth
currents run fast
not like a steed
whose head is high
mane and tail hairs
flowing.
But rather like moments
that can’t be taken back
no matter how deep the dive.
.
—Marie Louise St.Onge (c) 2011
Sunday, March 20th, 2011, 7:23 pm | 
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March 21, 2011 at 11:22 am
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