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sit and wait
ten, nine, eight
feeling so alive
seven, six, five
i think of you
four, three, two
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Tag: shape poem
Duluth
Long in
the tooth,
The soul
of Duluth
Is more than
The people alone;
It’s there in the street,
In the bricks and concrete;
It’s there in the steeples of stone.
–Photo by me
minnesota
crazy cold
and i wish i didn’t have to go
out there in the snow
my thermometer
reads forty below
fahrenheit and celsius
our bulbs are turning blue
michaeljordahl 