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Yesterday's chill-riddled afternoon,

When I came down to the end of my cabin's dock,

Before I sat long enough for the cold wind to penetrate my body,

Meditating on settling back into my lake life,

I vigorously broomed away the cobwebs on both benches,

Out of my fear of spiders crawling all over me,

Though not without guilt, for threatening their survival.

 

This afternoon is yet another abundant with sun,

Albeit considerably warmer, due to a complete lack of breeze.

The municipal landing is awash with cacophonous activity,

As boaters remove their various crafts, from the water.

One lone enthusiast is making crazy-eight waves,

With his rooster-tail-spewing Sea-Doo,

In heedless defiance of September's conventional wisdom.

 

Standing on my dock, I watch a man, in waders,

Maneuvering a pontoon boat onto his pickup truck's trailer,

Saying, to another fellow waiting his turn, just off shore,

"Time to put 'em away, I guess." "Yeah, I guess so."

To my surprise, both benches are covered, again, with webs.

This time, I'll not go get the broom.

Soon enough, winter will sweep them away, guiltlessly.

 

 

 

 

                               

 

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