In a message dated 05.04.03 3:56:29 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< we hurry along the back streets
and look in our message boxes
for the little things that have happened
as though it were all decided
when the May buds open on boughs. >>
I like poems that mix pedestrian occurances, such as elections, with the
miracles of nature unfolding.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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