©2019 by Stephen Schwei

              Duluth

Ships graze on Lake Superior, as cool breezes

push columns of smoke up the hills of Duluth

into the choir-boy clouds.

The sun flows, as if the gulls are dragging it slowly upward

to warm the waves of air blowing through my shirt.

Wind that curves from behind carries sounds of dogs from below

and circles around my feet, carrying the sounds back down.

Drifting with the currents, watching them disappear

over the edges and down the dry clay slopes

past every sleeping, rusted automobile and patch of wild daisies

to rest in a swirl of leaves in the dew on the road,

where the wet sun, dipping out of the lake,

has just begun to send shadows of long, thin grass.

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