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Michigan
The state that nursed us grew their
babies alongside
Its huge maples and seeping lakes.
We
Grew like patches, thick lines running
Up and down and across, reaching. And
Twisting and morphing and branching
Into leaves,
precious soft green
And delicate enough to be swept away,
Away.
Like spindle fibers the tides of the skies
Rose up
Against us, pulling
whirly birds and
Helicopters descending
So fast, so light so far far away,
Away.
And though we only come
From the cell factory of lakes and land and
Maple trees,
We’ll look back through the stretch of gray
And see once more that lonely
State, and that oblivious
State of mind,
And in some ways think
Fonder of thee.
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