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sharon brogan wrote: >> It's a dark night, >> a slight moon. >> >> The scar remains, >> pale silent stitches >> >> from wrist past elbow. >> She held herself >> >> together. She healed. >> They used a saw >> >> to remove the cast. >> It screamed. >> >> She wakes in the breeze >> of the ceiling fan, >> sinks into deep >> mattresses; the sweetness >> >> of strawberries; tart lemon cake; >> the full scent of grass, just mowed, >> >> lying down on its own fresh self; >> the soft underwater feel of tree- >> >> shaded rooms. Even the taste >> of mountain fires, >> >> smoke in her mouth. >> Even that pleases her. >> It works beautifully now. kw -- Ken Wolman http://bestiaire.typepad.com http://www.petsit.com/content317832.html ------------------- "I have been watching you; you were there, unconcerned perhaps, but with the strange distraught air of someone forever expecting a great misfortune, in sunlight, in a beautiful garden."--Arkel to Melisande, Maurice Maeterlinck, "Pelleas et Melisande"