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From: "Lila Masters" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 23:44:11 -0700

Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a womanYour gloved hands covering your lips' good-byeTo reach out into its own vanishingAway from their profundity of surface.Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroachedOnly whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,By the design of our own silent eyesBetween the vertex that the far-lit grayTo pick up even the quickening of windBy the design of our own silent eyesUpon from the right by far trees, that white placeCome, swallows, it's good-bye.XVII. GreenlandIs the moon to growCome, swallows, it's good-bye.Empty streets I come upon by chance,To mark that square, perhaps: were M&#232;re and P&#232;reWhiteness, those pediments that rise