Unthoughtful Town
by Marin Dettweiler
I can be free
Old trees
Dancing among the leaves
I had left it, but now
A minty green
Shine
Trees drawn with a silver lead line
Shadows stretch
Preparing
Wet weight
Snapping the power lines
Falling
So many colors
And migratory birds
Rare occasions
A sleepy town
Minnesota
Nobody ever really leaves
Just get a job
Hip or something
Where did they put those
Certainly not
Free feeling
Bagels
Make it yourself
Cornfield on 35 where
The market is
Within weeks of the opening
She lived on our street
As my mother
Saw her again
In an unthoughtful town
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