Playground, Thief River Falls

Hollowing out the shell of a day
a wash of warmth, a tumble of
leaves dirt acorns, then snow

Where are you now? We used to play
duck, duck, goose
or was it duck, duck, gray duck?

I was only a Minnesotan for two years;
some memories fade away

but I remember “Jaws” on a snowdrift,
joining in even though I was a stranger
and would be again, and am now.

In 1979, it was glorious, escaping
the movie shark with you, or maybe
you were the shark. But it was glorious.

That much I know.

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