grey blue hue coming through
from lake you lake erie lake true
lake empty and sad
with nothing but horizon
or the maybe of a hurricane
and stampede of bison
an unlikely chance
call it happenstance
twirl of fingertip snow
sleepy light show
and although it seems what it seems
the still somber of what is what is
discouraging warning
a flash sign
the swell of what really is mine
the wind up there up here
the displacement of home
the actualization of gone
unrelenting color of pre-dawn
Profile: Patrick Riedy