Caleb intriging sounds sort of sf???
I read 'for gate sleeper'oh well !!!
patrick P dancing P
Something threatening about those heelplates
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Subject: Short poem
The Arrival
(for Kate Sieper)
When the rain fell into the earth and into the sea, and the earth and the
sea blushed in their fullness and gasped in their love, they came.
They came and we did not notice. How did we not see them? Perhaps they were
always here.
They came on their black legs in their millions, on their millions of black
legs they arrived.
On their lattices of iron, on the scrapes of their heelplates.
Perhaps we were dancing. Perhaps we were dancing so furiously, so fitfully,
that we did not see them. The dust and the mud of our dancing hid them from
us. The mud and the dust and the sweat and our mouths so round in pleasure.
But they had arrived. We were dancing, they arrived and we did not see them.
They watched, and did not speak, as we danced. Perhaps they watched.
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