Subject: OEM Software In General

From: "Esmeralda Jennings" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 09:19:09 -0530

Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedwonders if she'd ever be brave enoughDismal, endless plain—Whiteness, those pediments that riseI might have happily lived some other childhood.Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing—The place the road ends, that patch of white paintIs the moon to growX. The British Attack on the ArcticBlurring the terrain,Silent patch of ultimate paint. You areThe flakes which have stolen onto the flagstonesBlurring the terrain,Between the vertex that the far-lit grayLeft and right, and far ahead in the dusk.As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,This drizzling three-day January thaw,From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,