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In Michigan

1

Here like the tropics

in summer

in the forest, in the lake

or where the forest ends

a desert of dry grass and stones

over dirt roads, the heat

making you one with

the air

and thus not being one

separate

from that which surrounds you

You rise in early morning

and for an hour

feel yourself

the boy again

in love with summer

the heat, the baking sun

the indolence of planning

nothing for tomorrow

2

I never knew

my father as a young man

forty-four when I was born

fifty as young as I remember him

but in the brown photographs

from “the Great War”

he is young, younger than I

and he calls me

to come back

a dream that couldn’t escape

the businessman

who rose every dawn

to his last years