ANAM FD May. 2015 | Page 6

The Near Future Alex Dopp Can you feel the time Swirling hastily about Ruffling the hair of mortals caught in its midst? The future drags us forward Straight into an autumn musk, and we fall into dry leaves and fog and apple cider. Orange and baking bread cloud the vision, and the chill thickens. Sleigh bells chime nearby As snow falls slowly. Fire crackles crossly, tossing warmth into the home. And so the future looms or rather, the past, as that is how these things are known. 6