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Autumn's Song
By now, autumn's loon-sun is lingering on its blue water-sky. This fifty-five-degree freedom breeze Has just invited me to step down to the lake's warm shoreline, Take my final forty or so familiar paces out to dock's end, And sing a valedictory to this cabin, this village, this solitude.
But when I begin to give voice to my emotions, Emptiness tightens my chest, and my lyrics are water spirits, Glistening at the corners of my sorrow, Dropping into the lake's loon-sun, The blue water-sky inviting me to step into autumn's song.
09/26/11 - (3)
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