the long climb up salt mountain

sun on face and 
limbs moving through space and time
as i walk my way along the curving street maze
m.i.a. in my ears and
good morning greetings on my tongue
for every runner/dog-walker i pass
_______

the fraying cattails
and the gold grasses waving
reflected back on water edge
under clouds in patches scooching across the sky

_______

self-assigned homework i write sole/mahogany to seek out beauty among the box stores and freeways 
and i send this photo of 
the holding ponds that i walked past on my back route way
to the post office

_______
mom pinning the fabric
(of what was once a duvet of grandma siedlewski’s)
and me feeding it through the machine
_______
something magnificent about
sorting through my basement storage boxes
and reading papers from undergrad and professor comments
before i toss them
(the magnificence being:
having spent three recent years
grading undergraduate papers
i like to draw parallels, have better insight to where i was as a student
compared to where my not-so-unrecent students
were as students)
_______
dad puts the extra leaves in the table
while mom whips up the breaded walleye he caught
and eventually, i put together the salad
_______

will you tell us about where the fish came from i ask as we eat
lake erie dad says on the shores of northern ohio
_______

izzi joking about how when she was our age
she had to climb the mountain just to get salt
after we finish our fish/potatoes/salad/roasted cauliflower and before we encounter the
apple and cheese kringle
_______

when we get to the end of the sheet of paper i say when mom asks
what we’re playing up to
in this final hangout rummy game

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