Tom Harmon

#05 May 2000, 2000

At the Audition by Tom Harmon

She slid tiny feet into ballet slippers and soared in swirls around the room arms extended body-suited defying gravity. Suspended in that moment I wished my fingers could dance across strings making the old Martin sing songs worthy of her sailing space and time and movement. But they couldn’t. She filled silence with sounds of

#05 May 2000, 2000

Saturday Morning by Tom Harmon

In simple single water orbs winter fell from the eave _______drop _______plop _______drop _______plop with interminable spells between. We watched and listened _______through windows yawned wide _______for spring’s first breath nursing coffee in the breakfast nook and musings on time’s incongruities: how quickly the boys grew off to college; how slowly seasons change.

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