Spring, but

grey above
grey below
grey michigaami
grey milwaukee ghosts

long clouds of winter
withdraw on wings
of grey gulls
pulling back the air
thin reeds bow east
leaving a trail to the shore

and I
I follow

until sitting on grey stone
spray on my face
awake
listening

Ojibwe whispers:
ominowakiing
gathers memories by the water

(Milwaukee, May ’13)