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2B - The Michigan Daily - Literary Magazine - Thursday, March 8, 2001
Table
of
Contents
Poetry in Roman print.
Fiction in bold print.
"Two Minutes of Farne," Emily D. Wingfield.......2B
"Takio," Jonathan West .....................3B
"Words," Chris Fici......................................6B
"A Walk," Kevin Stoy..............................................6B
"That Moment," Jeff Waibel..............................7B
"The Dinner Table," Amelia Levin.....................7B
"Orange Latte," Christine M. Lasek..............I.OB
"Despondent," "Under a Boiling Sky," "Downriver
Rain,' Christopher Gerben....................13B
The L ist............................................................. 14 B
"A Trip Through the Fall," "Between the Lines,"
Jonathan West..........................15B
"Pennsalt," "Closing Prayer," Christopher Gerben.... 16B
The Michigan Daily - Literary Magazin
A Trip Through the Fall
ByJonathan West
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Mi9nutes,
of Fame
By Emil D.
Wingfield
Stop it.
Stop running through
my mind.
Stop tormenting me
day and night.
Can't I escape you?
You heard me - I know
You did. My voice
You ignored between
your quick breaths
and frantic fumblings.
What did I do to you?
I hate you for this.
I hate me.
I hate wondering.
nightmares steal my sleep.
Why?
Was it what you wanted -
your two minutes of fame?
To be etched into my
memory
Forever?
I guess you had to leave
your mark somehow.
Stop thinking you won.
Why?
I can get over you _-
c an you say the same
about me?
Walking by the creek
the leaves gather at my feet, like
children eager to hear a story
from their second grade teacher.
Only these leaves pay more attention.
A swirling mass of brown, gold, and green
cascade down from the treetops that reach up into the sky.
Above the trees, gray and white clouds cover the sun.
The sun wrestles for victory, peeking out briefly.
Then it is gone.
A gentle breeze pushes me along my way.
The rusty park gate creaks a solemn farewell
as I make my way down the gravel
drive of the apple orchard.
I walk further along and see
Couples coupling and cider giving warmth
to the hands of hose
forgetting that just because it's late
Falt
doesn't mean it's also an early winter.
Without gloves
my hands are warmed from within the oversized
sleeves of a gray, faded sweater.
My jeans now feel.snug
in their sixth straight day on my body.
A dog whose leash drags lazily behind him greets me
a short distance from the orchard.
He sniffs my feet curiously.
Once, twice.
A grateful master snatches my new friends collar
gasping a thank you with the same breath lost in the chase.
Continuing my stroll down the street I see
porches full of grinning gourds and leering skulls
as children count the days until
they can scare each other silly.
At least until the streetlights come on.
The dusk comes that much earlier,
when you don't want your day to end.
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