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09/19/08 - (2)
Another Day's Passing
From my table on this spacious wooden deck Wrapping around the back of the Lawn Beach Inn, Facing a lake anticipating another sun's spectacular plunge Into the treeline horizon bordering the shore, Another ivory moon's rise, over those same trees,
I survey the majesty of this anonymous, solitudinous village, This sparsely populated refuge from the world at large, Where I've come to disappear from whoever I was Before I decided, in late middle age, To barter my earthly estate, for a sunset or three of repose,
And I realize that the unpredictable remainder of my life Is already in play, fulfilling its complicated destiny, Trying to conclude whether I should go or stay, Trust that my intuition is oracular, visionary, Not just a fantasy fated to fade away, with the passing day.
09/19/08 - (2)
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