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We’re overlooking the river when
I tell you about how it took me three years
to discover Ann Arbor has a river.
It was a story that ended
With a woman proclaiming
“These river cities.”
I do, and you should visit my blog, as long as you’re mindful that no category is any less important, well maybe Site Issues—unless, you too find poetry in the absurd.
He shouts in a mad pirouette
But, of course you know that
You shadowy judges
That hold my fate in skeletal fingers
I am to trust!
Look, here, you points
All you waving fingers here
Are to
Mindfully observe the path
and give me the respect
of reconstruction.
You are workers with blueprints
You are to build!
Your message is too long
or maybe it’s the number of rings
it takes
to get through
If someone made a pen for you
With a copper bezel
Then it would make copper
Halos in harsh shadows
When you wrote in Texas sun
You could spin the pen and imagine
exploring space as Saturn’s rings gave way to the universe
At certain angles an old album plays
its ridges hinting of earth.