The Mississippi to my right
I bike South Broadway north
to Soulard and downtown
a light downhill slope and
coast into a smell-wave
of yeast, fermentation
from stainless cylinders,
brewer’s art and brewer’s science
behind old brick and stone
vented to open windows spilling
out on to the pavement

The wave washes over me and
through me leaving barroom
remnants on its way downriver

Photograph: Anheuser-Busch Brewery, South Broadway, by St. Louis Patina.

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We live in this poem called St. Louis, a poem we're still writing. It's about history, and art, and politics, and business, buildings and streets, rich and poor, and food (of course), and all of the other things that make this city what it is and what it will become. We publish poems about St. Louis, and you're invited to contribute via the comments to posts (for now, until we get our communications organized). Send us a link or an email address, and we'll respond. Help us write the poem that is St. Louis.
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