Richard St. John: Minneapolis Poem (2026)
I want to be lifted upBy some great white bird unknown to the police.— James Wright My eight-year-old niece attendsa Spanish-infused school in Minneapolis. Hola! they say.Puedo ver un ave. “Los colibríes besan las flores,”she tells me on the phone. “My friends are scared.”“Are you?” “A little,” she says. “Can I sleep in your bed?”she asks her mom. She hears the helicopters.Sometimes sucks…















