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          Opposite of a Fade In
          By Amy Fanning

          Trees that stood straight up and down,
          narrow, leafless, white bark fading into
          light of the late afternoon sun,
          creating a permeable mirage
          of shadow and brilliance,
          a blur of motionlessness
          through which you came rushing
          forth, both of you, towards me,
          your faces lit with smiles.

          The spokes of your bicycles
          whirred with metallic resonance
          against the backdrop of that brilliance,
          your smiles frozen while all else passed.

          Tires padded cool earth beaten
          into a path of no resistance
          glide softly into evening,
          while your swift laughter
          echoed permanently into
          memory.

          © Copyright 2004, Amy Fanning, All Rights Reserved.




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