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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 6, Number 4, December 2012

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Dru Philippou
Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A.


Odder and Taller

How long I’ve stood by this window. My yard empty except for the potted four o’clocks on the railroad tie steps. Now, as then, I stare above their crimson heads, through the gate, down the lane, all the way to Sasha’s birthday party . . .

The invitation said “fancy hats.” On a large piece of paper, I painted the ocean with fish tailing away into the blue. Green tissue, crumpled in my hands, became seaweed. I glued the paper edges together to form a cylinder hat. From the shelf, I grabbed one of Papa’s paper boats made out of newspaper. I wrote BREEZE across the sail and placed the boat gently on the waves.

In a game of ring toss, I felt my hat towering far above the other children’s. Remembering my turn, I released the ring from my fingers, watched as it glided over the laughter, and found home.

long summer
on the hazy pond
a distant boat angles
as though it will land
in my hands

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