winding road north – January 7


winding road north

along gitchi-gami

through trails and

tales of years gone



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



and been washed

into pebbles some

others still cloven

down some sift



making ancient just

a yesterday

to touch



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