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09/20/10 - (2)
Lingering
This Monday is the grayest of pervasive grayness. Here in my heated cabin, near the frothy water's shore, I sit fully clothed, shivering deeper than the depths of my bones, Not eager to go outdoors, for my morning walk. Indeed, I'm lingering at the table, staring out the kitchen's windows, At the thrashing patch of withering brown-streaked cattails And the yellowing needle clusters of violently swaying pine trees.
My blood seems to be running sluggishly, at a melancholy pace, As though it knows some major change is gathering, Which I have yet to fully grasp, in my synapses or my gut. Could it be that after visiting here, these past four years, I've finally worn out this sheltering land's welcome, Returned to this lake's healing well one too many occasions, Assuming nature would always need me, to reaffirm its grandeur?
09/20/10 - (2)
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