Dear Wisconsin,

Eau Claire, 54701
I will write about you.
It's the reason I came to you.
A college and degree,
a future, and you promised
me those on your terms only.

Five and five-eighths years,
(just over half a bit,
but not a new semester,
just a winterim)
of love, excitement, fun,
friends;

of purpose, intent,
and inspiration.

This is what you are
Eau Claire.

The Artist. The Muse.

The beginning of the
New Me,

and the resting place
of the me that once was.