Subject: Olivia

From: "jermaine giustino" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 15:36:47 +0900

That desire has ever built, have approached
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
This third day of our January thaw,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
XIII. The Route to the North
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Summer bees were saying
Seen. What you know is only manifest
The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
Astonished that you have returned to go
Along the walls are only empty niches,
P?e and M?e Chose could be in conversation
That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea