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11/15/10 - (1)
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As if I might bring you back from your weeklong absence, Have you materialize right beside me, This dazzlingly shiny-blue, 53-degree afternoon, I retrace last week's day of "rest," When we ate brunch, at Pumpernickles, on Olive, Across the street from your house (That authentic Jewish delicatessen, With the spot-on lox, bagels, egg-/tuna-salad plate), Then took an invigorating, brisk-clip walk in Stacy Park. Only, the deli is way too noisy, way too crowded; Indeed, just getting seated is a tribulation, Being waited on even more so. And my food just doesn't taste quite right. As for my two-and-a-half-mile walk, It seems to last all afternoon rather than forty minutes, And I take no inspiration from it. The falling leaves warn of winter's imminence Instead of being inklings of next spring. Why is it that, no matter how hard I try, I'm unable to recreate last Sunday's magic? Could it be that anything I do without you, from now on, Will have the same dispiriting effect? If this coming week before I leave to join you, in Florida, Is anything like today, I'll know the answer, In which case, instead of doing anything at all, I'll just stay home, eat tuna straight from the can, And the only exercise I'll do will be to think of you.
11/15/10 - (1)
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