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09/27/09 - (2)
6:45
Twenty-four hours ago — At this precise evening time (6:45) And almost seven hundred miles north of here —
I sat, cross-legged, on a wooden dock, Watching the blazing sun exit, stage west, As the quarter moon reflected on its inexorable setting.
Now, those majestic crepuscular seconds, Which translated their cosmic spell Into pastel gradations of paradise my eyes recognized,
Have lapsed into the city's lackluster rataplan, Abandoning me to abject bereavement, Causing me to long for nature's nurturing embrace.
I'm sad, to the depths of untold loneliness, Not to be bedding down, again, in my cozy cabin, On remote Lake Nebagamon's shores,
Repairing, instead, to my convenience-cluttered condo, From where, a lifetime of nine nights ago, I left, In search of lake, loons, sun, moon, and stars.
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