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03/18/10 - (2)
"Good? Crazy!"
It's 4:30, this sixty-three-degree Thursday afternoon, And I'm near the end of an eighty-minute walk through town. At this exact hour, one week ago, I arrived, under near-white-out foggy conditions, To begin my ten-day stay, here in Lake Nebagamon.
In this time, I've witnessed winter collapse into spring, Lose its cold, snowy grip on the land, Dissipate into a prodigious runoff of manumitted water Draining into the glutted soil and racing, frenziedly, to the lake. The only problem is, it's occurred way too early.
Admittedly, I don't know the first- or thirdhand thing About the greenhouse effect, global warming, The hole in the ozone over the South Pole, The alarming increase of carbon-dioxide parts per million From tailpipes, smokestacks, coal furnaces, worldwide,
Nothing, that is, save for this climate's behavior, Which has the ice on this slush-covered lake melting fast... Nothing, that is, save for what the man down the street says, When, as I pass him, my shirt wet with sweat, He stops brooming his driveway, sidewalk, and asks,
"What do you think about our weather?" "Good," I smile. "This is as good as it gets, isn't it?" "Good? Crazy!" he bellows, his eyes wide with incredulity. He's right, I decide, as I stride off, in my New Balances, Wishing I could be snowshoeing in a blizzard.
03/18/10 - (2)
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