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i treasure
the pleasure
a path in the pines
affords to my soul
in the cool
morning air;
when near it
my spirit
with nature aligns
and i feel whole
whenever
i’m there

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We’re north of Ely, MN this cloudy morning, and just entering the BWCA (Boundary Waters Canoe Area) on this old dirt road called the Echo Trail. It winds through the boreal forest for 50 miles or so, a trail cut out between massive jutting rocks and endless little lakes. Our destination is Voyageurs National Park on the Canadian Border.

Apparently, a lot of hikers pass through here. There are people biking it, and a few cars (with their obligatory canoes) suddenly popping up on the roller-coaster corners, but mostly it’s just pristine wilderness of rocks, trees, and lakes. I hope the sky clears soon.
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Finally, we made it. The clouds and forest are behind us, and there’s nothing but blue waters under blue skies here. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. I’ve visited a number of national parks, but this is the first that has its roadside sign on a rock at the edge of a lake. We should’ve brought a canoe!
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an
oddly
lanky crane
was often teased
by the shorter birds;
they called him ichabod,
stilts, or a walking beanpole,
but with a wingspan of six feet
and a pair of laughably long legs,
he rose above it and took it in stride
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combine
massive, green
devouring, chomping, spewing
ezekiel’s vision of god
harvester
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the tipi
was the perfect home
for the proud
indian–
until white man sentenced him
to life on the rez
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