On Wed, 14 Jan 2009 06:51:49 -0800, Cindy Lee <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> Snap
> I hear her, laughter and charm,
> playing to her house of unexpected friends
> Here in her garden, the buffering dark
> secures me; smoke on my breath
> traces languid forms, that scatter against plants
> bloated white with floodlight
> Above, the folding net of stars
> perfect, immutable, untouchable
> And I know
> That those stars will stay with me alone
> That in her bed,
> they have already taken their places
> between us.
I like it Cindy. I'm thinking of a poem with stars too. Might "Snap" it
out today. Thanks again...rob.
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