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Wednesday, September 5, 2012
A Sabbath Poem
I've taken to getting away to a quiet place on Sundays, and being still for about an hour. Poems, or seeds of poems, have often emerged from these times. This is one that came last month as I sat at Northerly Island by the lake, just south of downtown Chicago.