Love it, Hal. All minds *need* to be lifted up, eh? My muscle
(s)lacking, for sure....
I thoroughly enjoyed the vagaries of the 'some-' throughout too...
Doug
On 2-Feb-07, at 9:45 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote:
> Sonnet: Tango Bouquet
>
> Hes and shes, God thought, what can I do for them
> that I haven't already done? Once we boarded their
> veins up, they had nothing good to say anymore.
>
> Tawdry mimosas sprang up on cafe tables everywhere,
> and no one seems to have noticed. If brains were
> muscles, then all minds could be lifted up.
>
> Something with something always gets along for two
> or three days, circling the plaza, first one way and
> then the other. Eyes plucking the birds from the sky.
>
> Someone's corsage hung from a flagpole, dipping
> and waving in the biscuity breeze. Stores open
> till ten, now that darkness upon us has fallen.
>
> The disjuncture of what men seek, someone said.
> Or maybe the word was departure, someone thought.
>
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> Hal
>
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