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02/12/09
Humdrum
It's just another humdrum early-a.m.Thursday, At the restaurant where I've come, At least a dozen dozen months of middle-age mornings,
To have leisurely breakfast, peruse the newspaper, Listen to the bravado of business cronies and foes Engaging in their alpha-male patronizations.
Humdrum, indeed. Or otherwise? In truth, this particular 6:30, I've been forbidden to eat even a morsel or sip water.
All I can do, for my normal hour and a half, Is read, deeply, into my last USA Today For, assuming all goes well, at least three days.
By eight, I have to be at the outpatient clinic, To begin my prep for cataract surgery on my left eye, A not insignificant undertaking
For one who puts an artistic premium on vision — Seeing and collaborating with imagination, In shaping the unseen from the concrete.
Reflecting on my usage of "humdrum," I sense the need to adjust its parameters, Redefine this unextraordinary morning as "humbling."
02/12/09
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