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10/21/09
Outside
This shadow-dappled evening, Two-thirds the way through another fleeting October, I stay outside, long and deep into twilight,
Believing that this might be the last night Autumn will blow its quickly dissipating sixty degrees, Winnow my dwindling hair, shrivel my thinning skin,
Remind me I'm vulnerable, frangible, expendable, mortal... The last night I'll sit under the stars, Until next April, late into May, quite possibly.
And so, I give myself permission to shiver, quiver, Feel my fingers go chilled to their tips, As if I'd dipped them in Lake Superior, in June,
Listen to my facial muscles grimace and groan, Resist the urge to bolt, as the breeze turns cold, Metamorphoses from friend to foe.
In fact, I'm highly inclined, as of right this climax, To stay outside till morning, No matter that, by sunrise, it might be in the low forties.
At this phase of my existence, everything is best, for me. Pain and pleasure, fragility as well as fortitude — Measures of ecstasy beyond excess.
10/21/09
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