1.7.2016

winding road north

along gitchi-gami

through trails and

tales of years gone

by

salted fish, potato

cooked simple

salt, pepper a

touch, and water

from the lake

unfiltered like

the sound off the

shoreline, winds

strong over rocks

that have lain

here

and been washed

into pebbles some

others still cloven

down some sift

line

making ancient just

a yesterday

to touch

inside

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