Not that it was one
Of the great magical days,
But it was fine, anyway.
Funny unit, day,
Capacious enough
To include its opposite,
To begin and end in night.
It has a forever strange
Way of surprising
Experience with itself,
The student taking a shine
To her professor’s daughter,
The play by the creek
In gold aspens, the water.
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