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ОглавлениеUpper Peninsula
A bronze sky at first seemed the best way
to describe it,
but later the description
fell away into something
more vapid or mundane
than one might expect,
although the sky did not.
Your feet doubted the land.
Even a lawn chair
falling from the heavens
would have made more sense,
and even falling asleep while standing upright
felt more natural than this.
What we are is cut into the ground and continues
to burrow absentmindedly
into the source of our birth.
A shipwreck for every misguided
thought. A sandstone skipped across the water
ceases to dwell within
its boundary of definition. Do I
cast judgment on a song sputtering
out if I’ve never heard it before,
if I can’t carry a tune in my head
or a fish on a line?
The sun parts the sky in a way
up here I never imagined
or learned it could. What’s left
of the sky curves back around the lake
and a single spark from across the bay
stands in as something greater
than itself, I’m sure, but my
mind cannot trap