itasca county, minnesota
cold white dust rolls across the highway
through chewed down alfalfa stubble
gathering 'round dry-rot fence posts
leaving nothing but ragged imprints
another season gone sour
an a-frame on the hill rattles a snake dance
the frozen creek unable to answer
early december
geese gone a month now
you left the window open in the sauna
to purge out our last hot touch
our smell
of summer
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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