SINCLAIR LEWIS INTERPRETIVE CENTER IS CLOSED
SINCLAIR LEWIS INTERPRETIVE CENTER IS CLOSED
Sinclair Lewis Interpretive Center is Closed
The remaining leaf stood watch over the field
Through the summer welcomed tourist spirits
To that rural stop
Monitoring the Monarch, searched the skies
A simple exit, dirt and housing all mundane
But truth wound through the fiction so displayed.
The leaf clung to a stem for dear life
Waiting for a flurry of leaves that might
Chatter
Like Monarchs emerging from the chrysalis
Winding their way out slowly
Before the sun went south
They fluttered and flew to fields
That welcomed their ochre and sienna selves
Invited them to dance
And find another leaf before it flew away
They traced the lines that brought America’s first Nobel their way.
So truth in fiction was the orchestra the leaves and Monarchs displayed.
The Monarch (migration, joy) and Sinclair Lewis
They stood watch over the field
Grabbing your attention when Sinclair Lewis had not

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