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

Tim Hawkins

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The Future Arrives like Snowfall on the Porch

Not wanting poetry in the hospital.
Not wanting poetry last night.
Not wanting poetry for the past year.
Not wanting poetry as I walk the snow-filled streets;

Just that island path on Koh Phangan, the air
dense with the sweat of orchids and lemongrass,
eyes that appear suddenly among the leaves
like two dark globes of moon-ripened fruit,
a water buffalo calf nuzzling up to us
from out of the close, dark night

and that decrepit old house with the giant front porch
where we lived together and it was always summer.