Dear Christina,
This is lovely - lean and poignant.
It demonstrates 2 of the great poetic talents- knowing where to start and
when to stop.
Kind regards,
grasshopper
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From: Christina Fletcher
Sent: Thursday, January 23, 2003 6:00 PM
Subject: [THE-WORKS] New sub: Passing
Passing
A wash of winter light turns Delft to darkness -
our flat and furrowed land where windmills reached
beyond the point an eye could find.
We walked here once, on summer nights
when men, sat at their sills, would chat across the street -
old Dernison who mended shoes,
the carpenter who'd put the world to rights,
my Opa. And always on his window ledge
the August gladioli - they seem so tall and strong
and then they're gone.
christina fletcher
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