May 2, 2018 by The Citron Review
by Tim Hawkins
Scurrying together, uniting at the flagpole, chapped hands of greeting concealed like their expressions lost inside cavernous hoods, some hail me with a terse nod.
But, I do not join their prayer for unborn souls. Instead, I watch the wind scatter each breath rising toward heaven. And they do not attack me with hands grown numb, as if their fingers had never plucked a fragile, night-blooming flower.
They add me, instead, to their list of unborn souls, clasp their raw and bleeding hands together, and maintain a stolid circle against the cold.
Tim Hawkins has lived and traveled widely throughout North America, Southeast Asia, Europe and Latin America, where he has worked as a journalist, technical writer, communications manager and teacher in international schools. His writing has appeared in numerous print and online publications, including Blueline, Eclectica, The Flea, Iron Horse Literary Review, The Midwest Quarterly, The Pedestal Magazine and Verse Wisconsin. He has been nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize (2011, 2017) and was chosen to serve as preliminary judge for the 47th Annual Dyer-Ives Poetry Competition (2015) judged by Mark Doty. His poetry collection, Wanderings at Deadline was published in 2012 by Aldrich Press. Read more at: www.timhawkinspoetry.com