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Marion DeVos : Where Has Quality Gone
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Marion DeVos
Where Has Quality Gone

Where has quality gone? “Lucifer was beautiful in Heaven one hour before he fell” We rolled our cigarettes by hand from the finest, freshest, slightly moist, Virginia tobacco: Van Nelle, Drum, or Samson with collection cards inside. It was the sixties, but no weed seasoned them. Me and my friend who is not my friend anymore I guess, wetted our smoke lust, licked the very edge of precious rice paper, Rizla, Mascotte, the pleasure of smell, the deep inhalation. And those matches that we call “lucifers” coming in illustrated boxes: Windmill, Butterfly, and Swallow, best quality from Sweden where they try everything to make the world a more luciferous place. They burned till the very end, an ember of blackened wood, still glowing before falling but never burning our fingers. We bet on who could hold them the longest, like anticipating who would be the first to betray our friendship, Unaware of time we exhaled fumes of peace forever but our lungs and friendship blackened, We burned our fingers; We hurt our nostrils. Our lucifers fell, a dying fire.

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Water Ouzel

They scurrie, on the river floor, dart,bob, dip like aquatic mice. They want the water wild, impetuous and clear in search for nymphs, black- stone- or caddis flies. They flipper in a film of air, trapped bubbles on their coats, in a sparkling pebble maze, steer clear of avid mouths of Dolly Varden trouts dressed like Dickens heroine, bright petticoats and lace, drab dippers: “mountain’s stream own darlings” gleaning larvae in the murk, in darkness of niches and hooks of the river bank, invisible dangers lurk.

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