Rising smoke billows like steam, twisting and swaying like
a belly dancer. He gasps as if breathing in the grey clouds.
The tray is full of moments in time, measured by the length
of each stub. The eagle tattoo disappears like a snake as he
rolls down his sleeve. He slicks back the smooth shiny grey
strands with the precision of a leopard slowly stalking its prey.
The stones plop and gulp, then shimmer like a fading dream
that once was vivid, but soon evaporates in the ripples of time.
The reflections of a boy running through streets, hitting the railings
as if his stick is clattering between spokes. The shadow on the wall
of the freckled boy suddenly has the lines and creases of the face
in the mirror.
Updated: 12:26 Thursday, August 16, 2001
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