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vacation of mixed blessings
confident i had mastered
the golden mean
(a life of balanced yea's and nay's)
i went to bed to bask in
thoughts
that bloom from a good day's work
but on my way upstairs
i paused to look at the moon
through the open
front door
and bathe in light of
reflected glory
what?
why, this devilish lunar fellow
i had called my friend
frowned a light of misty hue
reserved for naughty children
i went to bed a scolded child
climbing the stairs in shock
and confusion
numb
as i turned on the light
dizzy
as i removed my clothes
the answer never came through
reason
but it was clear
that one alone in the
middle of a
bed
is not achieving balance
but merely intruding on both
halves
that the golden mean
to survive the sun
must learn the secrets
of the moon
of a half filled bed
and a front door
'opened
more often
Max Dixon
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