Subject: Lindsey

From: "binny salomon" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 02:32:50 +0200

the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
Dim, and die tonight?
In the sound of the snow. What the countless
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
I seek, above all, in the wandering
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
Against this sky no longer of our world.
Merely a mockery of spring
I seek, above all, in the wandering
That desire has ever built, have approached
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Winds blow sharp, what then?
I. Arctic Scenery
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,