Tablet (Chris Dombrowski)

I picture Northern Minnesota when I read this poem by Chris Dombrowski. I don't know where the landscape he describes resides, but it definitely brings to mind the lakes on the iron range up there - the snow, the raspberries, the trout.

Looking at it, I, at first, thought it was a sonnet. It's 16 lines though - a little too long. It could be a modern (doesn't have to follow the rules) sonnet.

Who knows. But it's a calm, nature-y poem and feels very familiar.

Favorite line: "beneath two clouds and blue sky no one / built."