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Rob Ganson

Below the emerald iron
vertebra, between the
gingerbread, the gardens
the boreal, lies prairie
just enough for the wind
to wiggle the hummingbirds.

My waning breath whispers
poems to the creatures
who sing of an evening.
This is where the outside
comes in, pierces the thin
skin, the id, where hidden
meanings are revealed,
where ambition is healed
where the baby river and
my blood run together
like puppies or metaphors.

When aurora dances, above
the house of quilts, above
a Rorschach of connected
waters, in otherworldly
green, the greenest green
I ever seen, I become tiny
weightless, and the things
that used to have weight
float away on a loon's call.

This is where I let the world in.
This is where I will echo.

 
 
Rob Ganson

Rob Ganson

Rob Ganson is a poet/activist from the North Coast of Wisconsin. Rob tends to write on themes of nature, place, and the human condition. He has been published in various anthologies, journals, and four volumes of poetry.