Put your nose right on
Lake Michigan, say the angels
riding the bluff above.
Listen for the sound
of the glacier carving.
Maybe you can scoop out
your own life. Sail
downtown on your own
glacial till. Calve
your own icebergs
into the lovely blue.
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This guy who had recieved a couple of million to work out the theory of “Plate Techtonic Warfare” for the Guv, told me the rock-shelf beneath the northern great lakes was slowly “uncoiling” from the last ice-age and would drain, eventually, into the Mississippi valley recreating the “Great Inland Sea” of 10,000 years ago. Meanwhile, blessed are those who live North of Sturgeon Bay who have nothing but geological time on their hands.