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Remember
This frigid Saturday night at Lawn Beach Inn, I walk out, onto the deck, in my signature blue-jean jacket, To watch the argenteous moon
Ascend through the shivering, metamorphosing pines, Whispering white birches, maples, and oaks Bordering Lake Nebagamon and its namesake village.
Soon, it'll reach apogee, in this September 25 sky, And light the lake, region, state, nation, world, universe, While I, an entity, essence, atom, bask in its glow,
Knowing this very moon will always illuminate my imagination, Wherever I reside, whenever I stop just long enough To peer upward, inward, and remember...remember...remember.
09/25/10 - (5)
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