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Caleb Yes those coathangerlegs Had to look up contumacy!!! P -----Original Message----- From: Poetryetc provides a venue for a dialogue relating to poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Caleb Cluff Sent: 14 June 2006 05:04 To: [log in to unmask] Subject: Snap - The heron 14/06 The heron The heron glide in on flannelmist dawn; under the snout of darkness they whisper their contumacy. By the sun they are camped in the breaking frost. Unlike the ibis, that quizzical apothecary's clerk, or the wistful moorhen, the heron do not deign to linger, or to ask. But raid moist soil, dead dams and trunks; organise sentries, feed and shit and leave, scribing their pendant traceries against the sky with legs as comical as bent coathangers. Caleb Cluff Majorca, Victoria 14/06/06 =========================================================================== == The information contained in this email and any attachment is confidential and may contain legally privileged or copyright material. It is intended only for the use of the addressee(s). If you are not the intended recipient of this email, you are not permitted to disseminate, distribute or copy this email or any attachments. If you have received this message in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete this email from your system. The ABC does not represent or warrant that this transmission is secure or virus free. Before opening any attachment you should check for viruses. The ABC's liability is limited to resupplying any email and attachments =========================================================================== ==