Like this, Deborah,
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> Dialects Undreamed
>
> The mountain burns a seamless blue
> Across the ledge; a slight blade of sun
> draws a long, straight line above rooftops
>
> The world speaks dialects undreamed
> Its raw and gliding tongue unpeels
> the long-winded trail of snow geese
>
> Somewhere a crow, this utter of death
> whose grasp slips through my fingers
>
> What you feel, I feel; with a dexterous twist
> We drop like stones - eyes like melting pearls;
> Our limbs bending rich shadows across
> the wide terrain of unnamed boulevards
>
> Deborah Russell, © 2006
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