i am suddenly
thinking of Minnesota
the parched coldness
of my grandmother’s
cigarettes nesting,
slowly
everything would
wind
standing beside the World’s Largest
Pelican
in photographs
yellowed and yearly
chipping at the prior
year
the slow
rope
of serene
on the unkindled
island
being alone
furnishings and unsurprises
the wild
wetness of embalmed
air the winding of gaunt
conversations the splash
the dive
the indispensable
happiness
slowly the boat
would come across
across the dismantled
lake struggling with
the shoreline’s opinion
with a smell
of sleep that
keeps one awake