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One Vast Difference
Very rarely does such an intensity of emotion come, Overwhelming my awareness, with so much ease, so naturally, As it has this breezy, seaweed-festooned Easter afternoon, When we silently absorb the sun's torrid force, Along shore's border, on the beach in Hollywood, Florida.
Such serenity last located my soul nearly an autumn ago, When, sitting, past midnight, at dock's end of a rented cabin Hugging the edge of upper Wisconsin's remote Lake Nebagamon, I listened to the whisperous litanies of primordial waves Repeating stories the northern lights once told Ojibwe sojourners.
Now, however, one vast difference guides my enlightened spirit: I'm no longer the exiled waif of my oft-estranged heart, No more the wanderer escaping desperation and disillusion, In a quietude charted by the longitudes and latitudes of solitude, But a man who trusts his atoms and ashes unto your serene keeping.
04/24/11 - (2)
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