Subject: Autodesk Autocad $129

From: "Doyle Park" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 08:49:42 -0900

Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,Appear to lift up from the lake;
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Seaand the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Writhing their stunted limbs,I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
In search of brighter green to come. No way!Point, after all, when finally one reaches
That patch of white at the very end of the roadon their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
Silence, are in his hand—birds in a snare;Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Of meaning like these—the world created byPierced by the mist that fades away,
Snow haze gleams like sand.Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
With a hand freed from weight,Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air