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05/21/09 - (1)
Had Howled
By eight, last evening, When my appetite had risen to ravenous, For my having eaten nothing since breakfast's baby lettuces,
The lake's windy three-day demon-din Finally exhausted its lashing fury, Allowing me to safely light a fire in the barbecue pit,
Take my time, in the kitchen, upstairs, Preparing the asparagus, mushrooms, and garlic cloves I'd mix into the angel-hair pasta,
While waiting, as the charcoal glowed, slowly, Into a halo that would sear my fresh, thick cut of salmon To delectable perfection. Dinner was ecstasy's surfeit.
Now, the following dawn, the lake is smooth, calm, peaceful, Serene, even for Wisconsin's North Woods. Nobody would ever guess what malevolence had howled.
05/21/09 - (1)
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