On the Finger Lakes (Minnesota, 2012)

for Laurel

Friends escaped to a shore of time
between states of gridded fields

Shoulders pressed with twig patterns
from beneath sleeping bags

Words loosened by brewed coffee
and stories too long waylaid

Oars held by moss cords spreading
from cattails we met on purpose

Palms held over kayak’s edge waiting
for the water’s promised nuance

Thoughts hanging like fishing hooks
watching in hope under the surface


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