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Issue # 6 January 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Roger G. Singer



Embers, the real bottom of warmth,
low, growling red,
strengthening against an end.

My eyes pause for moments
while touching the satin of you;
things lost and second chances.

In the life of my eyes
there are pauses where my
thoughts race to catch a breath between beats.

Like a turnstile spinning,
a bus door closing,
rain stopping, the sun setting,
summer passing,
pencils breaking, birthday candles, dying.