Fyris River Poem by Hans Ostrom

The Fyris River
is a fine small river-
energetic and direct.
It runs through
Uppsala there
in Sweden, I want
to say but should
instead say energetic
and direct humans
built Uppsala up
around the river,
which they named
Fyris. The stones
and bricks and
water and light and
birds and darkness
all seem familiar
with each other
there in Sweden,
Uppsala, as if
they have worked
things out pretty
well. I did not
however speak to
any fish. I tried
to do so once
when I paused on
a bridge over
the Fyris on
my way to the bookstore
during Book Month or
Reading Month or
whatever it was.
The fish were
indisposed, reading
perhaps.



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