Day 3: Ontonagon poetry Toes in ice in fire in front of the great Superior Sea and all the stars are smiling just like I was told they would Stones cut so violently to and from, but there will be no stopping This is how we settle ourselves, after all Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...