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Andrew Hudgins
Andrew Hudgins
Andrew Hudgins was born in Killeen, Texas, in 1951 and educated at...
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In

 
by Andrew Hudgins

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.






"In," from Ecstatic in the Poison by Andrew Hudgins. Copyright 2003 by Andrew Hudgins. Used by permission of Overlook Press (www.overlookpress.com).
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