I like it, Sharon, but against my usual response I'd ask for more ... I'm
normally a cutter but it seems to set up a poem which could continue ... No?
Maybe the next part could start, Because I am writing this, blah blah blah
blah ...
Andrew
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From: "SB" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, May 06, 2005 10:38 AM
Subject: Re: belated snapshot 05/05/05
Thanks, Peter. The usual revision below, this one mostly for sound:
Because I do not write, ink dries
in the pen. The moon hides its face
in rain. Tulips fade. Dreams scatter
into frailty, they putter along on canes.
Cupboards empty and shopping
leaves me exhausted on the chaise.
The dogs complain. A neighbor
clears the rain gutters. A small child
shovels puddles with a dust pan. One
friend wonders where I am; another
hunts for temple windows at an auction
in Bangkok. The tulips' petals drop.
On 5/5/05, Peter Ciccariello <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Wonderful!
> Such a disconnect.
> A repeating regretful refrain.
>
> -Peter C.
>
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