Switched-on Gutenberg Vol. 6, No. 2
Wish You Were Here

for Brooks

The postcard says itís black in Duluth every night.
I turn the card over and begin to write.
Would you still move here?
Houses hug the hills like blocks of ice
and Lake Superior is a smooth bear

ready to rise. Birches shimmer in the sunlight.
Maybe I should spend the summer here and write.
The sky is burnished by spears
of grass. The postcard says itís black in Duluth every night.

This postcard doesnít show my side
of the story. I found moss, stars of exploding green,
on Lafayette Rocks, and heard the loonís bleary
cry. They say nothing happens in Duluth, ever.
The postcard says itís black out every night.

Copyright 2004,  Darby Ringer

Darby lives and gardens in Seattle, but she has spent a lot of time in Minnesota. Her poems have appeared in Bellowing Ark, the Seattle Review, King County Poetry and Art on Buses 2001, and Pontoon #1.


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