December 5, 2007

• I’ve successfully been balancing a) keeping an eye out for more things to grade, b) working on next semester’s 110, and c) preparing more of the Creative Writing class. It’s a lot of items to juggle, but I am managing. I thought I’d be more stressed at this point during this week; perhaps it’ll all hit me at this time next week?

  MINNESOTA
  
  And without your brief umbrella
  when I was wild
  I was young, and the lakes I had been to
  and the lake I had been in
  were petrol blue in the evening
  and stray smells of straw were on them
  
  and nearby the maple docks
  the attention of the carnivores
  was bound in the gooses
  
  all these living things
  on the lake home
  when I was a child, I was
  wild upon it, the tennis court by the lake
  strange how the animals
  enjoyed their wings
  
  some of the small live things were swollen
  others tiny, some were windy
  
  there was a squirrel who was windy
  none had umbrellas
  and for a while when I was 12
  my parents did love the lakes, and all of us
  and themselves

  [by Gabriel Gudding]

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