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Sonnet in Elliptical Orbits Snoozing under the Brownian tree near the path (not yellow, but brick in an interlocking pattern, something like herringbone), spending an hour and a half or so in a sleepy rural train station, piles of building tiles just outside the door. Counter-intuitive measures all around, grapes purple, almost black. And garlic chutney *vada pav* for all of us, just to see the vampires stayed away. Having wanted to visit Madras before we died, we hurried back the way we'd come, clambering over rocky outcroppings, stopping only rarely to examine the life in the ponds and cesspools we came upon. Tilting ourselves over, we saw them there, the crawly, creepy things in their green sauce, eying us beadily eying them eying us eying them eying us eying them. Hal Halvard Johnson ================ [log in to unmask] http://sites.google.com/site/halvardjohnson/Home http://entropyandme.blogspot.com http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com http://www.hamiltonstone.org