Zippo
By Paul Walsh
Even if I quit smoking I could never give up my Zippo.
This battered old engine, reeking of Father’s touch and fossil fuel,
fits in my hand like a cool steel skipping stone.
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Birds in Flight
By Paul Walsh
Darwin really nailed it, didn’t he? Really caught that melody
that matches every lyric in the song of life.
The prime IF-THEN statement buried deep
in the basic program of existence:
