I like this.
The ache.
"Now we have
a sparse, dry hail"
Surprising!
-Peter Ciccariello
ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
-----Original Message-----
From: SB <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Sent: Wed, 1 Feb 2006 13:29:43 -0700
Subject: Snapshot 01 February 02006
I send these letters.
They fall like snow
on warm ground
and disappear. Last
night you starred
as Tony Soprano,
dream threat or
dream protector,
depending on which
side of the bed
I chose. That wide
chest. Those broad
hands. Now we have
a sparse, dry hail.
Crows play chicken
in changing winds.
They caw, caw.
This missing you,
it's a stone. This
letter, too, will
vanish, will melt.
--
~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
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