Subject: OEM to Retail

From: "Lillian Washburn" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 10:16:54 -0500

As if your human shape were what the stormReferencesIt's snowing, it's returning to a townEmpty streets I come upon by chance,Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.His sightless eyes horribly watch the air;In white, in paint too representativeI. Arctic SceneryThe face of a Quos ego),Like some poor wounded wretchlong left for deadAgainst this sky no longer of our world.and the numbed yards will go back undercover.Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharplyOf Boyg of Normandy . . .A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.At the white place of the road's vanishingAnd the wide arrowhead the road itselfThe paths of childhood.Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive