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Tim is by turns a pro computer geek, poet, philosopher, role-player and cook. What he is mostly though, is a dabbler.
And yes I know this piece is a poem, but every good anthology needs at least one poem. - ed
Rain v4.0 (On A Warm Day)
You give me this look like
You sigh and roll to one side
"These things, they come to you in waves."
This ennui almost counts as a disease,
Outside the rain reflects off white walls
Meanwhile, the subtropical heat turns the rain
As I look at the clock, I think to myself
The silence extends longer than is comfortable,
Your reply non-committal as the white noise
Outside, I close the door behind me
I raise my arms, the ionized air flowing through me
Burning the perspective back into me
Shown the passage of inexorable time
I rediscover my position in the greater scheme of things.
© 1999 Tim Hamilton