Brighton Beach, Duluth, Minnesota
Jeweled gnat lands on pale knee. To move forward at all she releases white wings, ignoring hovering glasses. Pinhead spider with eight concise legs probes freckles, and on forearm, a teardrop of black bug glides, lifts and takes off into nostril. I sneeze and ignore the Sugimoto horizon, stretched sky and water beyond. Press cheek against lichen, rust orange and cream, reach for wisps of grass between rock. Watch rock-trapped pools turn green in the whispered world at the edge of the great one. To the south, a yellow fishing boat's no bigger than a bead. Silver rods make an upturned crane-fly; nubs of people link appendages to body. To the east, an oil rig points out gulls with its fingernail ladders and towers. There is nothing the eye can't hold.
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