Marcella

[lamar lucia <an...@broomstickuk.com>]

Winds blow sharp, what then?
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
People might see to be the opening
>From which, thanks to symmetry,
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
Set on that tomb in the eternal night;
grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
To reach out into its own vanishing
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
In white, in paint too representative
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
>From point to point of meaning�open? closed??BR> (Our fortitude grows dim
in
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
My only thought is for what has