This is a start of something with equal problems -- no, it's not done, of course -- lacks editing and precision withwhich acuity is expelled. And is just a slow context building sec.
AJ When we were sophisticates among the rural mountains, eating eggs and bacon, toothiness rotting our mouths, turning them black with stink, we weather'd till crack in our bark, and winter, snow fluttering, seemed moths on a blank field. --- Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Poem or Song? > > Ain't she sweet? > It ain't necessarily so. > Tell it to me confidentially > So I may spread it abroad. > Your ending surprised me > In that all of us went on. > Open-ended and closed simultaneously. > The boat dances > To the waves' strut. > As the tempo picks up > We slow down to it > Long enough to allow > Some great silences between us. > Two sister churches wiggle in the distance. __________________________________ Yahoo! Mail - PC Magazine Editors' Choice 2005 http://mail.yahoo.com
