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No one said much on the way down the mountain. They just tried to lash it to their memory: The light, brighter than the sun’s glare reflected Off the midmorning lake; the double specter Next to him; the fear that, … Continue reading

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Leaving Minnesota

                        I The first time I saw Minneapolis, I’d driven six hours from Omaha And got stuck in the rush-hour traffic On I-35. This was in July; In Cedar-Riverside, the film-noir rain— Like a curtain on a soundstage—trapped me Underneath an … Continue reading

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