Minnesota's Public Radio
hood covered lutherns wear their naratives
under a furrow of clouds.
their earmuffed headphones filled with lukewarm
monotones from garrison kiellor.
they discuss the northern progressive aesthetic and
of what it means to 'feel minnesotan'.
gathering together in an east wind they descend
down along icy tundra's to form weavers guilds in
the grass.
they read faulkner and hawthorne paperbacks
talking a little less nonsense than most.
where strong coffee meets warn out floor mats
a hand radio with a little static and a little oscillating
magnetic current searches through the snow driven
clouds for warmth and reason.
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