Friday, August 22, 2014

Side roads: Marquette, Michigan

    house on Front Street, North


Side Roads

we could rent a sailboat, coast

smooth stone beaches

gorge on walleye cakes, 

whitefish in the soft shell.

we could stop at a supper club in the trees

drift like clouds,

feel boardwalk heat on our feet.

                   Suzi at the lighthouse


we could doze in screened-in porches

watch the sky topple

lightning flash on the lake,

sleep late.


                                 Jonathan, Lake Superior beach


we could push back the lace curtains

watch rain pound church steps

eat ice cream at the ore docks,

go west, turn left.


    crumbling ore docks


we could eat at an old-fashioned lunch counter,

cherry phosphates and baked

macaroni and cheese

we could hike moss covered rocks in a creek bed

climb 100 steps to a lighthouse

run the sand beaches, free.


    In front of Donckers luncheonette


we could walk the curved shoreline, obscured

fragrant of pine, 

recollecting our youth, we could leave our adulthood far

far away, and behind.

    Lake Superior, the ocean without salt, at Big Bay