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Lunch on the Dock

                                                                  

Concluding my hourlong late-morning walk

Through Nebagamon's empty streets,

The serene remoteness this village provides me,

I pass up my cabin, continue to Lake Avenue,

Turn left at the customerless Dairy Queen,

And head for Ole's Country Market, on B,

Where I buy the stuff of my North Woods lunch.

 

Now on the dock, dipping into a plastic bag

I've filled with romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes,

Carrot and red-cabbage slivers, and garlic croutons,

I munch undisturbed.

Finishing my simple salad,

I spread hummus on whole-grain crispbreads

And complete my feast, in peace.

 

Though the sky's been loading with clouds,

I've not given their progress a nod.

As preoccupied as I've been, why should I?

Soon, the gentlest syllables of rain whisper to me.

I listen to their lips kiss the water,

Each drop releasing three concentric circles,

Anointing me just for being here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

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