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Visiting Duluth in January by Lydia Friz May 23, 2007 Driving on Snively road I think of the road's name; How often you have taken it to Ruth's house, the gas station, or gooseberry park, never considering how the name could bring to mind noses, maybe an adjective from childhood. I believe Snively is my brother Caleb acting like a snake(He sneaks so snively) or if you cup the "i" it is someone half sad and half sick (the winter weather makes me snively) Walking together in the nighttime, you and I sneak down the road with handkerchiefs hanging from our jeans. Later, as if compelled, we will gather likenesses of snakes from the snow to take to our mothers at dawn. About the author: Duluth is not my home, but this poem treats the road that is a signal of home to my dear friend Tawnya. Aside from wordplay, it's about mussing up something familiar so it unfamiliarizes itself to you-- makes itself new. | | | |
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