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This Moment
Let me mark this September moment, Register this glorious Lake Nebagamon dusk, In the majestical key of free-verse poetry, So that I won't ever forget How euphoric I feel, this Friday night, In the hollow of my bones, my blood's crimson, My chromosomes, my spirit's holiest of souls.
What I'd like to record, Here on Lawn Beach Inn's outdoor porch, Overlooking the lake as it looks up at me, With the sun lifting its pastel-red embers, Even as it descends, Scattering them across this twilight sky, Is a wild, passionate howl exceeding my rapture,
If only I could capture a synthesis of nature, From man's most ancient wisdom, Its signs, symbols, myths, visions, dreams, With an entirely organic vocabulary Expressing elation, ecstasy. But I balk, stutter, grope for adequate imagination With which to recreate this Wisconsin eve.
Now, when my eyes rise from my meditations, Nothing's left of the sunset. Venus beams amidst gossamer darkness. Though cold, this fifty-degree moment, I radiate jubilation, just being able to sit here And gaze at this wordless sky, Reflected in this unloquacious lake.
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