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Something Ordinary

Saint Paul, 21 April 2007
to Cindy

You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond when autumn is the painter.

  ~ from You’re all the World to Me, sung by Tony Bennett

On the moonless day break of late winter
Snow is a sand trap on the municipal back nine
We’re awakened by contradictions in darkness
Roused to light that defies description

This must be the hour when painters paint
But if our passions have already been painted
Stay with me to find something so ordinary
no one will bother to sing a song