Hey, thanks for joining in Marthe. In the last few lines i could
believe it was the snakes talking, but whether or not, it sharply
delineates.
Doug
On 8-Dec-10, at 1:16 PM, Marthe Reed wrote:
> turned to
> lock
>
> a door
> a glimpse, or
>
> glance ?
> nasturtiums
>
> bobbing
> one enlongate
>
> shape upon the walk
> still ::
>
> blue air
> brown
>
> flesh again
> the sun
>
> we
> wait
>
> paired watchers
> noon's
>
> torpid glare
> breath's
>
> forgotten
> circumstance
>
> --
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> The biplane shuttles through the telegraph wires.
> The fountain sings the same old song.
> At the cab-drivers' bar, the drinks are orange,
> but the eyes of the engine drivers are white.
> The lady has lost her smile in the woods.
>
> --Philippe Soupault
>
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