The Harbor
How many times it went
to and fro, the big boat.
It could not leave the harbor.
The sea beyond would rip them up.
So to and fro the harbor.
And up came the sun
though you could see well,
and the Asiatic trees.
My my, god in heaven
climbing a staircase
could get nowhere near.
We drank and sang
and made verses.
Many times I cried
though I could not say what for.
It simply was,
the women were made of silk.
And laying down, head full of water,
all …


The Saint Paul Union Depot stands tall with the charm of 1923 neoclassical architecture – at its entrance are huge columns and large glass doors, the grass inside the half-circle driveway contains tasteful, well-trimmed shrubbery, and when it’s not a wintry abyss across the metro area, flowers line the rim of the drive as well. Inside, the Headhouse is complete with beautiful shiny …

