Dear Anny
I liked this. I can see this, though at first because it was preceded by
'electric' I read 'drill' rather than 'thrill'... which made it an
unusual poem there for a while.
c
Anny Ballardini wrote:
>I remember it was Xmas
>
> when you arrived
> arms full with
> a round wicker basket
> mistletoe on the threshold
> your hair white with snow
> an electric thrill in the air
>"This is for you, you said,
> a broad smile on your face
>
>as happy as a child I looked in & there were
> some little red and white
>apples on the bottom
> covered by short moving gray
>and black vipers,
>
>"Be careful, you said, don't touch them -
>at my awe you added,
>- the apples might be poisoned".
>
>Anny Ballardini
>
>http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome
>
>If you go with rivers, not roads, the trip
>takes longer and you weave and see a lot more.
>(from Houses)
>Richard Hugo
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