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

Tim Hawkins

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In Ages Past

One night I wandered helpless as a child
through fields of bonfires lit as in ages past.
As tribal elders gathered in the wild,
I sought my clan as long as night would last.

To my relief, the trip that I was on
of mescaline mixed with a little beer,
joined darkness' gradual melting into dawn
where my "elders'" youthfulness grew more than clear.

I have this same sensation more and more:
when by default I answer her with "ma'am,"
a chuckling adolescent at the store
reminds me just how freaking old I am.

There's no relief this time, just real surprise
as she shrinks out of reach before my eyes.