Minneapolis

 

 

 I'm scheduled to attend court on Monday in downtown Minneapolis. Charged with a minor infraction by most criminal standards. I'm still not content with the venue or atmosphere the city provides; the energy, the excitement, the alleged vitality are lost on me. 

 

I just wish they could still afford to repair the streets. A concept lost on upper management touting a "higher standard". That, and half the police force planning their quickest exit since the troubles a few years ago. It's as if they feel their is no support.

 

Yet again a mantra claims a tenuous hold on the news and public radio. One of love and community embracing gentle housewives and outside agitators alike.  The warmth should subside in temps well below zero before it congeals into a sticky mess.

 

 And what was my crime? I did something relatively stupid.

 

 

thaw before the freeze --

pigeons in the city

display no fear

 

 

 

kiss

 

sunlight refracting --

blinding, colorless, cold

clear sky and ice

 

no pain, no kindness 

from Death's gentle kiss

 

 

 

 

  

Kawamura's dream

 

waking up

in Kawamura's dream -- 

 so cold this dawn

 

 

 

 

the offer

  

Out of the wind

a warm place to stand --

I offer only loneliness

 

 

 

the stars

blank

冷たい風と雪、地図上の空白スペース







cold wind
and blowing snow --
a blank space on the map


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Chapter 61: more coffee, please

First to rise, just after dawn, I wander through rooms in a part of town most people wouldn't volunteer to live in. Bitter cold again - the coming new year is a big question mark - not entirely lamentable, it just is.

Spire's of dust float across the length of the room, suspended in morning light streaming through frost on the windows - they rise, lifted on unseen currents, and then, simply disappear.




rinsing out
yesterday's cup --
solstice




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Agency Village

one by one
deer cross the highway, 
moon in every eye















medicine wheels--
through damp spring fog,
cairns of rough field stone

 frost on the window--
the day watcher's lookout
somewhere in the trees

Agency Village--
the eagle returns in daylight
  to inspect an old kill

hazy morning--
hungry sparrows in and out
an open door

lean times--
crows worrying
road kill

BIA 701--
country-western and native songs
through static on the radio

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