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A Poem by:

Michael Hillmer

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It's the nature of time

Passing through us

That brings the hunger for all things green

Drives our dream-drenched life

Infused with all its glimmering and grace

To the edge, makes us grow

Anxious to tear out something timeless

From our transient babble and whirl

And revel in our routine

Of glistening twilight

Divining the way for us to breathe

Some ether as if the air itself were valium

Warm and steady as a dream

Of those long summer days

We whisper the word burn and turn

To ash, bent by wintry fever

That clings like ice, like fire

Waiting for the spring's sap green and golden

To hold us all green and living

To see the sun rise

And set all the sun long

And remain spellbound.


*In Medias Res is Latin for "into the middle of things."


Michael Hillmer
Copyright © 2003

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