Subject: Gregory

From: "nancy cam" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 05:44:55 +0200

Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
End of the comedy.
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
In dense bare branches, or the ubiquitous
Covering the land—
(Our fortitude grows dim in
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
Choces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fields
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
This perfection, this absence.
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
And I would like
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
As it sits there like an eventual
Astonished that you have returned to go
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along