nathan martin

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Minnesota's Public Radio - Poem by nathan martin

hood covered lutherns wear their naratives
under a furrow of clouds, their earmuffed
stereo headphones filled with luke warm
momo-tones from garrison kiellors

the white clay people commun in the clouds
discusssing the progressive aesthetic and
of what it means to 'feel minnesotan'.

gathering together they fall down along
icy tundra's to form weavers guilds in
the grass.

they read faulkner and hawthorne paperbacks
talking a lttle less nonsense than most.

where strong coffee meets warn out floor mats,
a hand radio with a little static and a little oscillating
magnetic current searches through the snow driven
clouds for warmth and reason.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 9, 2010

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