Subject: Morris

From: "margaretha hinze" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 23:35:20 +0900

Oh, I know. The snow. The effective snow
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
Out of the road into a way across
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Blurring the terrain,
Glimmering of light:
Dreaming time has reversed뾞nd you,
That patch of white at the very end of the road
Choces, M?e and P?e, undreaming even of fields
Centimeters뾲hat the height of the canvas
Unreadable from behind뾲hey are well down
Choces, M?e and P?e, undreaming even of fields
How bittersweet it is, on winter's night,
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Is the moon to grow
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing