Superior 2/20 (Draft 1)

To be a fish pulled glittering from Superior.

Tomorrow one turns thirty-something
One turns nineteen.

(Where is Kate anyway?
Is she back with the men of Brooklyn?
Is she back in hospital?
Or holed up on some family plot
Penning her familial plots
Plotting her familial plans
Starting her many companies?)

I can't call EAG.

CP isn't home.

The kids will dine with me
In a circular revolving restaurant
That stands above Superior (oxymoronic?
a contradiction?).

My call for help
Answered by the generosity
Of the Jehovah's Witness who
Has retired from
BNSF freight operations

Who gave me a room and steak.

Superior intelligence at work?

The one who turns thirty-something :

Yesterday when she was putting his
Things into a plastic bag I gasped
Because she's so utterly beautiful.

In a fractional second
I saw :

Halo of consequence
Damage of ignorance
Fluttering gossamer wings a bit torn.

Nineteen is in New England.

Coming down into downtown
Near Bob Dylan way.

This town's existence
Is from iron, running semi-liquid
Through the lake to the world.

Two days ago :

I actually saw the two of them in the bus
Children half from me, half from her
All from somewhere else Superior to this.

Into downtown
The car falling-ever-falling

Spilling over terraced asphalt
towards Superior.

This afternoon, all life seems to be
Spilling also towards Superior.

To have been pulled, glittering, from Superior

and

To be thrown back, in time
Into a greater lake.