I woke up early, really early.
The dogs didn't even get up.
I thought I'd look out the window and
write a poem about nature.
It was pitch black outside.
The only nature to be seen
was in my mind.
And . . . then the phone rang.
Today's plan was changing.
Nature once again was supplanted by
a little forgetfulness, and
perhaps a little
unconscious deliberation.
And the poem about nature . . .
became one about the nature of life.
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