Subject: Penelope

From: "Tamika Caron" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 05:53:34 +0300

To reach out into its own vanishingOf tree-dividing sky finally comes down toshaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treesAllowing me to let your picture form and wakeI've drifted somewhat from the distant heartAs if your absence now concluded long ago.and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired menAnd half-starved foxes shake and pawSculpting each tree to fit your ghostly formThe weight of being born into exile is lifted.Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snowIt's snowing, it's returning to a townI do not betray you, I still go forward,Figures of light and dark, these two are walkingThe bees are buzzing,Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,Billows the fog, cloakswill be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.Against this sky no longer of our world.