dark purple, deep emerald one flock of geese moves by. a daffodil, immersed in sunlight, grows defiantly on a war-torn plain; i watch you, sighing gently, in a puddle of midwinter sun. the streets are paved with bottleglass. they crunch underfoot and burst emphatically. one million yous, all sighing, smiling, glancing at the unmoving sun, in a kind of momentary peril. bronnie _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
