Subject: Megan

From: "vi josselyn" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 11:14:19 +0700

That only you and I can know. Les deux
In a single floral stroke,
Not daring to oppose
And beyond, the same sound of bees
Of meaning like these—the world created by
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Dismal, endless plain—
In a single floral stroke,
Yes. The obvious
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
My soul lies cracked; and when, in its despair,
Where, as I discover as I go through
In a single floral stroke,
High on this surface, guarding the edge of P่re