Tag Archives: Loring Park
From West 15th
In rain and close air, the empty park haunts her view of what could have been. More solitude than romance, determination not despair, yet this damp quietude distorts all patterns. Subdued till a lone man trots along the southern path. … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Moving Up Loring
The devil’s backbone takes her breath to feed the artesian well that spills into the pond she hopes to see from her sunroom window this time next year.
Filed under Morning Poems
Surd
That mannequin torso I see inside the second floor corner apartment window facing West 15th is no Apollo. Has nothing but its center shell that won’t encase a heart to shape and display a wool great coat, button down cotton … Continue reading
Filed under Night Poems
To the Fair
A tree drops a limb for me and misses. The gift of life detaching to become a random crack against concrete. On my walk on, I won’t take it so hard.
Filed under Morning Poems
Circle Poem
The last of the public pay phones, a dial tone to nowhere backwards in a dog park is a hunt for diamonds, is easier for some to fathom. Me, I don’t know how to wear them, am seeking other gems.
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Connecting Flight
Free to walk in the rain in a park—to imagine a dial tone from the sole remaining pay phone on the southeast corner where the sun might have crept in another afternoon. It might dry up in time for true … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Father of Minneapolis Parks
The first in the city to have electric lights. A hinge to flex downtown lane over lane flung onto outdoor sculpture with a cherry on top. I’m at the bottom of this brown hill imagining a summer evening: Civil twilight … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
No Molesting Vegetation
I want to make a wish at an artesian well. Take me to the old comfort station near the 125-year-old iron footbridge. No longer providing relief to men, women, children passing by, it aerates the pond. Who will aerate me? … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Black and White Sky Over Loring Park
A winter’s civil twilight breaks open a black bird swarm. That caw commotion over church bells reveals how little she knows.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
