Minnesota

Minnesota Seashore

Through the blinds, a stolid spruce, thickly painted with proud mantle of white…

TAMBORINE

there was fire
and rain
troubled water
that spring
there was an axiom
and it was you

as it was.

was it only lack of light
that brought you in
and nothing more?

were there walls or
did you know that
it was you i was for?

this.

this is rain
and bloodshot eyes
and train tracks
and ambient noise

this is dusk
deafening silence
come back
give me your voice