In a message dated 3/9/02 11:43:17 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Rooks
East of the bone [like this opening]
-white church in high elms,
a racket of rooks
swirls around thorny nests
bunched like knots [can really see this - very good]
in top branches.
Black as funereal crepe, [I agree with Perpetua here]
they rise, gale-gallant,
vault and tumble
down streets of air,
harsh against a rain
-bleached light;
beaked and fractious
as the taunts of madness. >> [love these last two lines]
Thanks for the read.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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