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The Penny and the Sun

                                                                  

For most of the surly first half of this May,

So I'm being told, by the elated faces I pass,

As I take to the few streets of this still village

(Now that I've ensconced my modest earthly estate — me —

In my cabin, within a smile's throw of water's edge),

 

It's been unpredictably cold, wet, inhospitably frigid,

Especially in light of March's unseasonable heat spell,

Which melted what snow had accumulated

From November's, December's, and January's tempests;

Indeed, a week ago, four inches of whiteness surprised itself.

 

Perhaps I have an explanation for today's sea change,

As the black-gray-ivory clouds give way to an azure sky.

If asked, I'd pass on this bit of superstition:

It's all about the lucky penny I chanced to pick up,

As I set off for my brisk walk along East Waterfront Drive,

 

That and the serendipitous fact that I brought with me,

From the warm shores of Florida's southeast coast,

The shimmering, glimmering glow of the golden sun,

Shouldered it in my peripatetic spirit's portmanteau,

All the way to this remote village close by Superior/Duluth.

 

And back I am, this jubilatory evening,

Home again, to this place, which embraces me unconditionally,

Takes me in, on less than a moment's notice,

Knowing I'll pay for my stay, in poetic scrip,

Make good on my promise to locate my soul, in its soul,

 

Replenish my wellsprings, with nature's selflessness,

Tap into the serenity emanating from this quiet universe,

This source of spirituality, solitude, solace.

For the next eight days, I'll plant the sun, in the sky,

And watch its rays spread like the branches of a red pine.

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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