Stephen, these are so pronounced and fresh.
Each syllable takes its place beyond expectation.
Very wonderful work. Sheila
On Wed, Mar 10, 2010 at 7:32 PM, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
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> Erica, snow bright
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> eye glint, dark tea
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> the book's white page:
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> a litany of expectation
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> tinged by sunlight
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> the lower edge
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> the horizon's promise:
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> a dictionary
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> Finesse, earlier a bike
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> The way I drive her, relentless
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> She who refuses to bear it
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> The corrugated mirror over
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> A confused thought
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> The baggage to do without
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> Leather straps, loose, thin
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> The liquid plywood profiles
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> Two sets of five spoons
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> Rhythm into systemic "clacks":
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> The ocean waves curl the surfboard
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> Into dim milk and wasted honey:
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> Stephen Vincenthttp://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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