Subject: Kathryn

From: "lowe odille" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2007 05:40:00 +0900

Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
In the woods, close by,
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Sits at the limit of a kind of world
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
Scrawny wolves, and you,
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
End of the comedy.
The snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Escapees from the cold work of living,
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
From point to point of meaning熔pen? closed?・BR> Down the long course of
the gray slush of things
Is the moon to grow
What is there in the depths of these walls
Not daring to oppose
That only you and I can know. Les deux