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Southern Minnesota Escape
Mother Nature’s gift, Left the vast cityscape for unpaved ways Longing for: Peace Quiet And Solace… Darkness beyond frail eyelids As it was in the past Hunter-gatherer sort of habits Time logged and...
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Morels
Porous spores Creatures of the ground Soft supple fresh flesh— As dead leaves they are brown Under canopy and fodder young stems prosper A sedentary proper, the dirt remains unbothered Fleeting as the...
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American Hunt (What’s for Lunch)
A Bow to bend Is one taken in Hand, An arrow extends With no wound to mend. At Speed it flew, Put sharp head through. What blood to spew, What red bled through. A mess of Hide Plays with the mind. Now...
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On Eighth Crow Wing Lake…
a million worlds balanced atop globules of settled wake and rain, dancing on strung-up green leathered water lilies in rolling waves. These beaded reflections, moving, were a million of you and a...
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