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Holiday Travels
This persistently chilled Christmastide, While spending my holidays here in Lake Nebagamon, I've visited Depression-era Bedford Falls, Met George Bailey and his childhood-sweetheart wife, Mary, In the postwar frames of It's a Wonderful Life.
Now, two nights before New Year's Eve, I'm traveling to Moscow, during the people's purge of the czar, Being transported, in a cattle car, to Yuriatin, in the Urals, And sleighing to Varykino, where I'll stay in an icebound dacha, With Yuri and Lara, through the lens-pen of Dr. Zhivago.
The threads interlacing these three snowy locations, Spanning a century, have everything to do with me, My poetic weaver's capacity To stitch artistic years into compatible magical fabrics That my spirit can wear when it's unspeakably cold.
For years, I've hoped to juxtapose these two movies, Show them on my North Woods screen, in winter, Let them ferry my imagination to the edges of despair, Remind me just how fleeting our passions can be, For suffering the cruelties inflicted by our too-human doings,
How ephemeral the days doled out to our destinies are, Given that fate is such an indifferent, prodigal apostate, How conflicted our relationships with ourselves are, And how, when personal turmoil storms our dreams, Love can warm our chilled hearts, our shivering souls.
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