Subject: Deann

From: "mercie huey" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 12:47:09 +0200

From which, thanks to symmetry,
A pallid yellow lingers
Snow haze gleams like sand.
What is there in the depths of these walls
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
And Mčre Chose's square of world, even as they
Not daring to oppose
When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
Away from their profundity of surface.
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
Writhing their stunted limbs,
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
Hoarfrost is in his bones and on his head,
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
That images of roads, whether composed
Centimetersthat the height of the canvas
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand