Poetry

...Michael Cadnum Clearing the Table "Why do we remember the past and not the future1'" Stephen W. Hawking I reach to tug the stained cloth free of wrinkles and the footsteps of the plates, the indentation of knives and elbows, the shadows with weight, stop me...

...The night is too hot, and surely there is lime for us to walk almost without wanting to move and stand and listen before we call, and call again to the small voices that are so distant, distant and already foreign at Ihe edge of town...

...A firefly ascends across the dark and clings to the screen door like a black skeleton...

...A day is too heavy to carry far...

...No, don't call the children...