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I really really like the movement in this judy, from start to finish. And the image of a tree spire of black birds dreaming. Am having to puzzle a few of the other images, but that figures (like the pun?) in a poem that begins with reflection. A thought - is the rhyme between the 'light' before the one line's caesura and the end 'night' of the next a little too loud for a poem that's avoiding the obvious? Best Dave 2008/6/12 judy prince <[log in to unmask]>: > The Uncovering Wait > > my face in the window looking in, looking out > your hand like the back of a leaf > huddled, caught in a collar of hedge > your green life going > > a tree spire of black birds dreaming > in dips and wedges > > there is no light, no season of shells-- > only my face in the paling night > when I must hand you over > > __________ > > Judy > > > ************************* > "Books printed in German take longer to burn" > > ************************* > ------Jeff Hecker, Norfolk, VA, USA > -- David Bircumshaw Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/ The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk