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09/23/09 - (3)
Two Geese
It's 6:45. A crescent moon has lifted, Visibled itself, in the cloudless, yet-blue sky, High above the shadow-gathering trees, across from me.
A rose-orange twilight sun is descending fast, About to make its ceremonial exit, beyond Lorber Point, Into Lake Nebagamon's western bay, near Minnesuing Creek.
Two honking Canada geese, flying in graceful tandem, Are headed in the sun's direction, As if to witness its dying flames set the trees ablaze.
At dock's end, sensing the water's serenity, I've begun to understand what day's finality means, When the sun's energy, if never spent, is suspended
Until the commencement of dawn's yawning light. Now, it's night's turn to revitalize earth's creatures. Sleep needs time, to work its healing.
The crescent moon is higher, brighter. The sky has dimmed to a muted chalky haze. The same two honking geese are flying over me, easterly.
09/23/09 - (3)
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