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Issue # 3 January 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Mark Reep


Small Awakenings

All this winding way we walk
was once a dream,
a small awakening:

A door where there was none before,
a glimpse beyond
of what might, still might be.

Only an eyeblink,
a brightness flaring, gone,
a scrap of song, lost on the wind-

But no, no, look:
The glass bird's wings
are fluttering.