Of course any discussion of Adrian Louis's work needs to go over his view of the life of Indians in contemporary society, but he's doing more than that here. His poetry gives us insight into the life of an Indian, a Mid-Westerner, a college professor, a Minnesotan, and just an older guy. He's playing with color imagery in an interesting way here too, especially gray. I read this all in one shot -- beginning to end -- and I think it would have had greater impact to read the poems individually, let them roll around my brain pan for a day or two and then come back to them. Each is profound not so much for the what it says but the way it says it, and I know that's not completely clear, but I also know that it's true even if I don't understand my own words completely.