Monday, October 03, 2005


old boat on white bear -
rhythm of ripples on hull
minutes into days

north shore gulls adrift,
lake breezes changing their minds -
and days turn shorter

outside two harbors,
night softens lake and wisconsin,
but for some fireworks

half mile from downtown -
dirt path, green woods, secret beach

bush on either side,
buck ev'ry ten, twenty miles -
hit duluth by six

xerxes avenue -
i learned th'alphabet, he says,
on these shady streets

grasshopper on rush
trying to make it to shore
before th'bass gets him

chisago lowland
visitors - mallards fly in
for wild rice dinner

superior shore's
cold august rain lets up in
split rock tunnel's glow

dinkytown cafe -
workers don't know what happened
to the baseball scores

ten thousand lakes, but
one loon's cry throttles the night
even at th'town park

needin' thirty bucks,
they'll walk through any open door in

omelets come and go,
fall breeze catches sports section -
life at the seward

oak savannah, they
call it - pin oaks hold out on
minnesota plain

up through two harbors,
northern lights, icy forest -
days'll be longer soon

uptown beemer's trapped,

not by th'two feet 'f fresh snow, but
by th'punctual snowplow


outside minnetonka,

tale'f th'city scrapin' dozer


some jerk broke his nose
high school hockey's serious
in eden prairie

lost faith th'winter ir'n
range priest took bingo funds, spent
'm all in holy land

drunken sioux, angry tirade -

on th'wrong city bus

west 'v th'cities, the plains
open out, green 'n' wide - clara 
city, you're a speck

down from winnipeg -
hit th'cities 'round two, but 'n june,
everyone's still up

twinkiedome drama
yankee fans, a bit crude, but
june belongs to twins

dinkytown lattes -
punks agree, june's too short to
suffer through classes



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