Treasure Island

Andrew Hudgins

(22 April 1951 -- / Killeen, Texas)

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When we first heard from blocks away
the fog truck's blustery roar,
we dropped our toys, leapt from our meals,
and scrambled out the door

into an evening briefly fuzzy.
We yearned to be transformed—
translated past confining flesh
to disembodied spirit. We swarmed

in thick smoke, taking human form
before we blurred again,
turned vague and then invisible,
in temporary heaven.

Freed of bodies by the fog,
we laughed, we sang, we shouted.
We were our voices, nothing else.
Voice was all we wanted.

The white clouds tumbled down our streets
pursued by spellbound children
who chased the most distorting clouds,
ecstatic in the poison.

Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2012

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  • Sharon Smith (3/16/2012 10:15:00 AM)

    This reminded me of Old England (not that I have ever been to England) it just had me picturing it.
    A very nice piece Andrew! ! Thankyou.

    Regards...Sharon. (Report) Reply

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