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07/06/09 - (1)
Farther Away
Yesterday afternoon, I drove to Bayfield, An hour and a half east of here, An enchanted town of 611, sloping down to Lake Superior, Which swells to a few thousand, in the summer months. I spent the night eying the full moon.
Strange, how I felt compelled to get away, Especially since getting away Was the motivation that guided me to Lake Nebagamon. Why I needed to be twice removed From who I am, in St. Louis, remains elusive to me.
Perhaps trying to gain my footing, find my stride, again, At this undisclosing hour in my fugitive, solitudinous life, I'm destined to pursue the peripatetic odyssey Of a modern Lake Superior voyageur Surviving by his wits, constitution, resourcefulness, spirit...
Or if not, possibly I'm just groping for any reason To justify my seemingly insatiable late-life wanderlust. Could it be that, cut loose from intimacy, ties to home, I'm trying, with each getting away, To get farther away from the final getting away?
07/06/09 - (1)
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