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From: "lanna guenna" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 22:28:12 +0800

The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
And so I gaze avidly
Wheezing ravens, when
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
Blurring the terrain,
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
I might have happily lived some other childhood.
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstones
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
From point to point of meaning梠pen? closed??br>