real good

Conversations
in
Minnesota
always
lead
to
the
weather.
It's
important
to
the
culture.
Survivalist
mentality.
So,
with
80's,
and
sunshine,
and
low
humidity
the last
three
days
and
forecasted
more
of
the
same
into
the
weekend-
little
was
said.
I
rode
my
bike.
Discovering
that
newspapers
and
a
wet gym
towel
will
protect
eggs
in
a
back-pack.
And
hairy
legs
sticking
out
from shorts.
And
where
all
the
cracks
are.
And
brown
grass.
And
noticed
that
the
scent
of the
air
was changing.
The
intensity
of
the
sun.
Ripening
tomatoes.
Crickets.

My Dad Baptized Me

My Dad
baptized
me
The two
of
us
in
starched
white
cotton
tee shirts
and
boxers
white
pants
and
white
perma-iron
short-sleeved
shirts
It
was
one
of the
quietest
moments
I
remember
My
Father
took
my
hand
and
we
walked
Bare-
foot
up
cold
linoleum
steps
until
we
reached
the
alter
and
my
Father
placed
a
white
handkerchief
over
my
mouth.
"In
the
name
of
the Father,
the
Son,
and
the
Holy
Spirit."
And
the
weight
of
water
rushed
over
me
and
the
weight
of
light
rushed
over
me
and
that
is
all
I
need
to
know
As my
Father
brought me to the surface
and
water
rushed
from
my eyes
and my Father
held
me.

summer 08'

Prince
sings
summer
in the background
coming
in from
sunbathing
drifting
off
to sleep
as clouds
strike
shadows through
your eye lids
and
you
sweat
from
tropic
humidity
the
air
conditioner
catches
your
heat
and
you
smile
pour
a
glass
of
lemonade
and
dance
around.

How is my summer?

Prairie II

Cooling
Summer
Thunderstorm
as
pavement
breathes
rain
and
the
earth
rises
to
drink.