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It's near June's sweating end

i am pulling in and touching down with afternoon shadows

  airstrip trees open their mouths

         demanding rain, not more damned planes

overshadowed by American Heartland jungle metropolis



i am rising and gravitating, sliding up the airtube

     to the cooltongued breezes within

this steel and glass paradise

  and sea of sweet air conditioned oxygen

as protection from Summer outside



The cinamon'd stores!

                 dripping grease sugar

                                 coffee nicotine

             to keep me awake jetlagged days

And woodpainted boutiques!

                soft electric white lights

                                forestchirping bird music

             to quiet down my travelling soul

Or newspapered alcoves!

                  sport team postcards

                                bright threaded T-shirts

         to immortalize my presence here forever



Oh Minneapolis/St. Paul!

     moose state, blue crystal lakes

  air terminal seats grey and small

           permeate my skin and stay lodged

while i am held by the hypnotic string

     of soft Britishspoken words:

  "The moving walkway is about to end"

beside radio posters pushing music

           to soothe my pressurized ears



           (the backdrop to my thoughts)

as all the while, i am plucking your skin tone,

             hair length, body and smile

           from a crowd of skyfaced tourists

  to daydream you while i sleep that last flight



and this place could nearly be heaven

when i'm on my way to see you