Site Report: Syracuse.

• Author: Smith, Bruce
• Position: Poem

Site Report: Syracuse The Friends of the Rain proved to be pragmatists. The Friends of the Snow, metaphysicians. The Friends of the Rain looked out windows late afternoons and saw all the things saturated and hued and named them: plumage of crows, dome, stoplights, glazing on the swings. Sad women in the attic or creatures grubbing in the mud like crawfish feeding in the stream of needs. One had been to a city and found rain in succulent fruits, in fountains, dripping in tunnels and one had seen through the tiny globes to a delirious world reversed and incandescent that no one believed. Mums the word for the Friend of the Snow, they see beyond swings into a salted oblivion. They believe in the cold with its...