6. Hiawatha
when the full moon
shines over Hiawatha
in the early evening
trucks line up under the grain elevator
like children waiting for halloween candy
at the home of a good neighbor.
People walk like ghosts
under rows of maple trees.
And grain comes down
like manna
and candy
and the full moon
and the leaves
of the maples
fall.
— Victor Contoski
Victor writes: I’m enjoying retirement no end. I’m working on a long sequence of short dream poems. I’ve completed a manuscript of my adventures at The Monroe Institute, detailing the material in the classes I took (strange stuff!), and Jo and I are working on the book on Spiritual Awakenings, about the classes we hold in my home.