Tassajara, 59 degrees
by LouAnn Muhm


The native Californians
are surprised at my clothing--
the sweatshirts, wool socks,
even on this mild day.

"Aren't you from Minnesota?"

I am,
and I don't know
how to tell them
what so much ice teaches
about warmth,
and how fiercely
one must hoard it.






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