Great Lakes – Page 2

Steel Water

Lydia Ink Poetry

I now know much, my love

Your hands still strong but less safe in my mind.

Lydia Ink Poetry

One more time, one last time, come with me to see the ghosts of Huron,

The long boat’s crack and wreck feel the labor of silent men and women in a world

That doesn’t pretend to know or understand.

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