Minneapolis

A Poem by Peter Mladinic

At the lake she touches
her gold crucifix
shadows of leaves
pattern her white blouse
the god she sees is
elsewhere a wood crucifix
in a church with a poor box
a mighty cloud

She sees her fire-red Porsche
weave through traffic
in this Midwest city
her key unlocks a door
in her aquarium lavender
gold and turquoise fish
dart through castle openings
a child one floor above
patters across the ceiling
out the window treetops roofs
taxis cars pedestrians
shadows of leaves
god is the wind the lake
hears her coins drop
one two three
into the poor box

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