Subject: Selma

From: "shaw nicol" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 18:49:13 +0900

I. Arctic Scenery
What is there in the depths of these walls
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
and turn it into something cartoon-funny.
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
To a higher level of appearance.
Out of the road into a way across
Only whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,
Dreaming time has reversed뾞nd you,
Across the heavens' gray.
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
At the white place of the road's vanishing
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
As if your human shape were what the storm
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse