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Got me thinking of the snows of yesteryear(I never could get quotes right Villon-sad Patrick enjoyed this -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of SB Sent: 01 February 2006 20:30 To: [log in to unmask] 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