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

Sandra Irwin


remembering summer 1960

the air quivers with heat
time unfolds
without punctuation
no light flashes
no beep sounds
no bell rings
the only buzz is
the bees circling the plums
ripe in the orchard
in the bamboo shade
beneath my drowsing head
my only app lies quiet
a goat masticating his cud
all my world's news
shifting harmoniously
from one stomach to the next