The elms spoke evenly to one another, over matters of the state
and then they began, branching off into a, distant silence…
leaving all others, hanging, on a limb. You always seemed to
question, why all of the star’s in Minnesota’s sky, would break
through the night, like pieces of shattered glass. They would
shine so loud that, you would hear them, screaming out your
name. It always made you, feel like a naughty little school boy
right, before he got caught touching himself, inappropriately in the
bathtub, by his mama. When you were a small child, did you play
hop-scotch, with a soda can that you’d crush -- beneath your right
foot, then begin hopping & skipping over numbered pavement
back, & forth on one leg -- then two, within a chalked out figure?
I did, and for some strange reason that chalked out figure, always
knew how to pronounce my full name & pronounce it, correctly.