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12/31/09 - (3)
Locus
For my entire ten-day stay, The compact car I rented at the airport Has remained cold and dark, parked by the front door.
The watch I wore, on my left wrist, During my flight from St. Louis to Duluth, via Minneapolis, Has hibernated on the kitchen table.
The newspaper I bought at home, brought with me, Intending to catch up on national and world events, Has wilted, atop a carton of bottled water.
Not once have I used my cell phone. If anyone's called, I wouldn't know; it's been turned off. Silence is very, very close to being golden.
In this timeless place, where my legs are my transportation And I have no need to read about the state of mankind Or stay in touch with people and their grandiosities,
I've achieved, if not the quintessence of mind peace, At least the essence of independence and self-reliance Required to find my locus in nature's soul.
12/31/09 - (3)
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