Sunday, February 04, 2018

i'm still lookin for the poems i lost

out on the frozen swamps & prairies
of northern minnesota
the red rock & scrap rock mountains
near swan lake
underneath the abandoned clunkers & tractors
ice fishing shacks & saunas
or inside the rhythm & meter of a flapping pole barn
the hay needn't rise anymore like it use to
     i understand that
but i'll look hard at the ground around
and try and find a seed or two
this isn't just another exercise in nostalgia
but a real effort this time
to make amends
and find
a missing root

--- e b bortz

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