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Real Tears

                                                                  

 

All the interminable drive, this Sunday morn,

From Lake Nebagamon to Duluth's airport,

Feeling palpable sadness, I'm weeping real tears,

Caught between my recent past's happiness

And this unhappy vacuum

That's leaving me lower than anything I've known

Since those last moments, four weeks ago,

That I spent in this tranquil, unhurried land,

Resigned then, as now, to having to go home.

Lately, with my visits growing more frequent,

These woefully distressful episodes

Seem to bedevil my spirit more readily.

I'm not quite sure

Just what to make of such shows of emotion,

Why departures keep cutting closer to the heart.

Could it be that mortality is getting the better of me

Or, possibly, that there's yet hope

For my soul to grow, with the water from its tears?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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