its streets and gutters

run with the rain

of my memory

every space in it definite enough

to be a place

has an episode of the poem

hidden like a demigod in it.

I make my Via Delorosa

through the cobbling streets of this town

how it flowed into me

how the outside world like the Quinebaug River

flooded my town of ecstasy

away.

Bill Tremblay

From the "Crying in the Cheap Seats" collection

-extract from "There Is Only One Endless Poem"

Available for loan from the Jacob Edwards Library