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View from the Future Everything is out of sequence: We wake from a dream of snow banks, when suddenly the weeping cherry bursts into flame, the fields are blanketed in fierce light. Summer erupts before spring, children shoot their classmates in a schoolyard, children kill each other in streets. What begins as a slight explodes like a mine in an abandoned field. The word abandonment is what I mean. The politicians loom on television and then return to airless rooms. Nothing has changed and everything; the slow progression of seasons, the children, aimless and invisible. We want to stop this burning down but our leaders announce the earth is still on course. |
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Issue #29, October, 2002 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.