Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Say 'Wisconsin,'

and listen to me flutter
it's been a little while now

I know it well and it evades me--
provocative March, what is this
you're tying the phones lines with?

Your better side is a frozen beer
bottle, Mendota side,
a relic of the floating big dive.

Even with your Northwoods,
even Bon Iver singing from them,
where do you want to go from here?

The snowmobiles are out again,
moist all over, small signs in the woods--
I would be inside with a fire.

Swelling with radishes out here,
plum blossoms in this dense grey,
you draw me in, you drive it away.