in the land 'o lakes
country intrudes
upon city
just when I about forget
how close we are to country
moose saunter
across highway
skunk smell permeates
the crosstown
and a gaggle
of Canadians stop
morning rush hour
to waddle
to the meridian
streams cut through
back yards
and mallards lead hens
to safety atop mini-vans
on wet Wednesday nights
blissful
oblivious to screaming
anti-theft alarms
