0 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 al MEXICAN CAFE ' Ann Arbor's Finest Mexican StyIe Food! 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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. Between ti WE DELIVER!, Mon. - Sat. 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