Memory
is mostly
water
Lilypad lake
Broody gray
Pacific
in winter
The Minnesota River
meandered through
two separate decades
I have lived on
an isthmus
between lakes
and crossed
the Mississipi daily
to school and work
For four seasons
I looked out over
Superior
in awe
of its endless skyline
Now
the Crow is my
river
It brings me
waterbirds
and wildflowers
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