Springtime in Minnesota

The snow is deep and leisurely
with plenty of time to be creative
Here, for example, outside the mechanic’s
the rusted body shop sign sways
in the warm wind
while the snow pile
melts into the shape and gleam
of a marble torso

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typewriter rodeo

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Invisible Horse

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