The night flows with birds
This ragged moon
Seeks stars
With desperate
Certainty a mother
Seeking her lost
Children but
Wracked by wind
Whipped clouds
In Minneapolis sky
A tree dreams
Slow cold tree dreams
Patient and groggy
And I
Stand in the snow
Drunken snow
Coveted
Yelling poems
At my neighbors
Sleepy houses
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