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Mere Weeks
Just a few days more than a mere two weeks ago, I bid my heavy-hearted adieu To Lake Nebagamon's glorious June purlieus,
Repacked my modest portmanteau, With dirty clothes and pristine, pine-fragrant memories, And flew home, to polluted, humid St. Louis,
To resume my consuming routine Of going to work, revising poems, concluding books, Falling asleep, by nine or ten or twelve or one,
Having nowhere else to go, No one to spend the night with, in intimate caress, Nothing to do but dream solitude's dreams.
Just a few days less than a mere three weeks from now, I'll embrace another lake renascence, Until I have to bid another heavy-hearted adieu.
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