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08/20/09 - (4)
Anything Goes
Lunch, this gray, rain-drizzled day, Is as easy as heating up a panful of angel-hair pasta, Savoring the marinara sauce I concocted, last evening.
Within minutes, I'm in business. Now, I'm fully sated. Mopping up the remainder of the red gravy on my plate, With fresh-cut slices of Italian bread, I contemplate the afternoon,
Whether I'll stay in, read Brave New World or 1984, Or go out, on the end of the dock, Let myself get wet, to the flesh, the bone, the marrow, the soul.
Possibly, if I choose to keep warm, indoors, I'll watch an Al Pacino DVD or listen to a Rod Stewart CD. What's nice is that it's all up for grabs — anything goes.
And, who knows? I just might compose an ineffable poem About how, before I ever became a lake, I apprenticed as rain, falling, for days, in northern Wisconsin.
08/20/09 - (4)
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