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| ***BIO*** M. Blake: M. writes in Rhode Island and has published a few stories online. Stick Your Neck Out; 3711 Atlantic; Skive; Fiction On the Web; 63 Channels; Silentfusion; Laura Hird; Thunder Sandwich (July); Open Wide (August). He can be reached at mblake63@cox.net |
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| Caffeine Surge |
| by M. Blake |
| One wants to reach for the mountains, a caffeinated striving
Beyond this next page, leaving behind The thick middle-aged ass Plunked soundly in routine Leaving behind the recycled “visions” For fresh trails through Summit mists Nothing so solid up here, Laughing with the thinness of it all. Smiling spirits reach out to clasp your hands Saying: you have come to new heights Just in time (when you have forgotten about time). It does you no good in the end This adherence To regulated segments. Remember the boy with his full days The sun your best buddy Already at nine a.m. Hanging out on Huckleberry time, Knowing all the paths through the wild fields, A blade chewing expert on the fishing holes. Even the old baseball cap and dirt-smudged shirts Had just the right ragamuffin touch. You smile at how much treasure is there From the old stomping grounds; In fact, laugh at the seriousness required For current masterpieces. |
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| Aug. 2006 |