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          A Pause
          By Taylor Hagood

          The first day that portends autumn's approach--
          bug-wheeze fades into windblown leaf-rustle;
          backlit clouds stand sharp, with photonegative-edge
          solidity, against equally sharp azure. Road-sides are full
          of queen anne's lace; nearly extinct butterflies
          drift with scraps of paper in the breeze. Tomorrow, summer
          will step back into place in this slow dance,
          and its partner--fall--will disappear behind its
          broad shoulders. But today, I remember
          how not to steal, to lie, to murder, to chance
          my breath's stolid fragility. I remember that I
          need to grasp the season's wrinkled thumb.
          I remember that leaf-shadows will die
          away into purple threads, chilled and dumb.

          © Copyright 2004, Taylor Hagood, All Rights Reserved.


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