Hennepin By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
there where
the diggers rested
smoking rolled cigarettes
waiting to be roused,
spade back in the ground
bit by aching bit,
inch to miles
a hole became a ditch
became a canal
crossing our prairie.
there where
the heron waits,
foreign fish fly
at the sound of
americanengines.
time ruined
industrial beauty
old machines eviscerated
parts rusty in the grass.
one still hears
the grind
gear to gear.
there where
queen anne and
chicory mate,
alongthe bank
are concrete squares
aligned like
neat headstones,
the foundation
of smallworking life
that withered in this place.
There where
locals come on holidays
to fish and swim
court and neck,
are retired state employees
jealously guarding
its meaning
keeping watch
from the windows
of the near by,
near rotted
house.
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