Subject: Yolanda

From: "joyce shaylah" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 19:40:28 +0900

Centimeters뾲hat the height of the canvas
P?e and M?e Chose could be in conversation
That square뾑h, 56 x 56
And piled up at the base of the columns
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Astonished that you have returned to go
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Glimmering of light:
for a few weeks, statistics won't seem
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
Dismal, endless plain?BR> The flakes which have stolen onto the
flagstones
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
A kind of snow, which hesitates
With a hand freed from weight,