Minnesota Migration
As much as I like it here- I think I need to leave.
I’ll surely come back, at least once or twice.
But my family is no longer grounded here-
Its roots remain, though the tree has been cut.
I need to seek out some big someplace-
And let my art flow throughout a humongous world-
I will, in time, creep back into this simple land.
But I am not a sedentary beast- I shan’t allow that.
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