The City of Lakes hissed steam
as the stars climbed above
the headlights on Hennepin Avenue,
while a pale moon
hung in admiration
of its own fullness
in the black mirror
of lake Calhoun.
Do you recall how
winged forms glided in and out
of the basswood trees
hovering above us
like gloomy memories?
Toes in muddy sand
buoyed by longing,
we were carried away
from the…
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