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Issue # 2 September 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

John Smith

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Autumn Song

A leaf scuffs its brown shoe
across the street like a record needle
skipping through an old song
reminding me I have not heard
my father sing or say a single thing,
not even in the muffled branches
of my dreams, for twenty years.

I don't forget the songs he taught me
as I climb the tangled limbs of truth
and fiction, but I would trade them all,
without a doubt, to hear the voice
that bore the words like wings
as they flew from my father's mouth.