Subject: Rudy

From: "giralda farlee" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 19:33:29 -0500

Away from their profundity of surface.
I seek, above all, in the wandering
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Lucky the bell-still full and deep of throat,
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroached
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
III. Chronology of Northern Exploration