Authors bio:

Bill was born in Washington DC, circa the early fifties, which puts him on the trailing edge of the beautiful generation (remember the Hippies? OK for those of you too young to how bout Shaggy from Scooby Doo?).

Raised in West Virginia in and around the rolling hills and glens of  Charleston. Moved to South Carolina in 1984 with his wife and three children.

Lots of degrees (mostly Celsius, some Fahrenheit some Kelvin) in areas such as Electrical engineering, Biomedical engineering and Adult & Technical education.

to contact William C. Burns at:
<sunhawk@greenville.infi.net>

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Phaedra

by

William C. Burns, Jr.

 

In this memory
I can once again hear her
She was an uncanny music
Sitting on the park bench
In the rain
Somehow very clement
In the downpour

"Are you too stupid to get out of the rain?"
Perhaps

Amused with my response
She pulled back her ebon hair
Smiled up at me with
Chocolate amber eyes

"You aren't afraid of the thunder?"
I find it exciting

In this memory
I can once again hold the rich
Raw
Smell of her in the rain
Her face
Her hands
Everything
Simply vanished
There was only her

Suddenly the sun
Broke through
I tried to hold her
But she . . .
Tried to hold the fire
In the clay
She turned . . .
Tried to hold back the light
Turned away . . .
And she was gone

Perhaps you don't believe me
But this flower
Never dies
And that is why I carry it here
In the rain

 

 

 

 

 

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