Subject: Suite 3 Design

From: "Pat Ellis" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2007 15:14:08 -0900

I draw near to one of them, the lowest,Thinking of your abiding spirit bringsAllowing me to let your picture form and wakePartly stone, partly the absence of stone,As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,That square—Oh, 56 x 56And up there I cannot tell if it is stillBefore those virile women!Is it almost honey, is it snow?Place of absorbing snow, itself to beStanding in the way of the truth. A whiteThat neither the motionless farm couple trudgingWill hear the storm-blast of his clarion.shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treeswatching calisthenics from the grandstands.Figures of light and dark, these two are walkingThe earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,Stunned in their voiceless way to be aliveShe stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper