Here are a few more of Dennis' poems, evidently he wrote them yesterday, and finished late early Wednesday evening, when I was alseep. He loves his Minnesota, and, now his Peru.

1) Potholes

There are two seasons they say in Minnesota!
I refer to them as: road construction, because
of our harsh winters.
And mosquito season, because of our
excruciating, hot and damp summers.

On my way to have lunch today, at Arby?s?
(where, at this moment I?m writing this poem)
I had to dodge a few potholes, on the cold
winter-asphalt.

Unlike my Peruvian wife, who drives over them?
Broke an axle a few years back,
with her Jaguar;
she?s still learning Minnesota has
but two seasons.

#974 12/19/2005

2) Night Poem,

in the Minnesota cold

It?s night. The coke warms by the register; the cracking
?bubbling register; my neighbor?s are all asleep.
(I?m by the computer.) It seems I?ve traveled all my life.

This old Victorian house rattles like a mouse; it has its
own way; perhaps it gets confused like me, in old age.

My legs are stiff from sitting; snowflakes falling outside
with only one eye?the moon. Goodnight.

#975 12/19/2005

3) Iron Winter in Minnesota

Our souls are all part of the invisible world,
sometimes I think perhaps they want to go home,
but can?t find the door!...
Some in summer, some in fall, some in spring;
but in Minnesota, often times it?s in winter,
the iron cold season (but the soul doesn?t freeze).
Strange how nights make you think.

#976 12/2005

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com