A Poem of Gratitude From Minnesota

    In Minnesota, from Main Street
    to Highway 61, from Paisley Park

    to Park Rapids, we’re thankful for
    snow that comes down from Canada

    covering the leaves we didn’t rake
    and how sometimes after that, we

    get a heat wave and a second chance
    to put things right in the world

    so we can meet our friends in a park
    and savor being together (safely

    apart). We feel so lucky that we smile
    our biggest smiles behind our masks,

    making our eyes crinkle and shine
    like the elusive Northern Lights.

    — Joyce Sutphen, poet laureate of Minnesota


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