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and there's the full circle of domestic (i.e., garden) breeze to childhood-remembered ocean wind back to that magnificent final stanza active-image of your coiling the garden hose as a mimic of "hand over hand" ship-steering. multi-meaninged, this poem, androo. a true jewel. poem-happy judy ----- Original Message ----- From: "andrew burke" <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Tuesday, February 12, 2008 8:59 AM Subject: Tuesday snap > Tuesday morning wind > has blown the birds away > and plants sweep > the garden back > and forth. > > He is inside his head > as usual > wind whistling in one ear > the other leeward > and nostalgic for > > childhood holiday camps > by the Indian Ocean > dogs' ears pinned back > all eyes > on the horizon. > > He leans > and turns the hose off > hand over hand > he wends it around > the half wheel rim > screwed to the porch. > > -- > Andrew > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ > http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/ >