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By Andrew Hudgins

When we first heard from blocks away

the fog truck’s blustery roar,

we dropped our toys, leapt from our meals,   

and scrambled out the door


into an evening briefly fuzzy.

We yearned to be transformed—

translated past confining flesh

to disembodied spirit. We swarmed


in thick smoke, taking human form   

before we blurred again,

turned vague and then invisible,   

in temporary heaven.


Freed of bodies by the fog,

we laughed, we sang, we shouted.   

We were our voices, nothing else.   

Voice was all we wanted.


The white clouds tumbled down our streets   

pursued by spellbound children   

who chased the most distorting clouds,

ecstatic in the poison.


Andrew Hudgins, "In" from Ecstatic in the Poison. Copyright © 2003 by Andrew Hudgins.  Published in 2003 by The Overlook Press, Peter Mayer Publishers, Inc. New York, NY, www.overlookpress.com. All rights reserved.

Source: Ecstatic in the Poison (The Overlook Press, 2003)

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Andrew Hudgins
Although born into a military family that moved frequently, Andrew Hudgins’s roots in the South and as a Southern Baptist have remained with him. His narrative poetry, often darkly humorous, has a firm base in Southern culture. Hudgins’s first collection, Saints and Strangers, was short-listed for the Pulitzer Prize.

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