keep the wild inside

In Minneapolis and in Oshkosh and then in the Imperial City over the course of about a week I hear three people lament about polar bears drowning in the Arctic ocean as they look for a floe to stand on. Forget David Beckham and his ex-Spice mate and their attendance at the ultra-weird Cruise-Holmes wedding; the people I know are outraged about these beautiful animals swimming to death looking for a place to land. The image is a stark one. I cannot help thinking about it as i take pix of two polar bears at the Como Park Zoo; a sister and a brother, with the brother repeatedly, insanely, surfacing, dancing and falling back into his grimy hole while his sis paces in a small well and looks up at him as if he's another planet. the animals are crazy. And now they're sinking below the waves with a bellyful of saltwater. This is the world I live in? My mother, meanwhile, thinks the weather is just fine in the Twin Cities; she cashed a quarterly dividend check from Exxon for two thousand seven hundred dollars, and I have to write her to warn her that I will burn that money if she puts any of it in my name. Not a penny, Mom. 

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