Subject: OEM upgradeing

From: "Pearl Vasquez" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 15:20:07 -0300

When Arctic winds crack down from Canadathe old men burnish stories of Yaz and the BabeOnly a whiter absence to my mind,Calling me to you with wild gesturingsAway, my songs, must we goM&#232;re and P&#232;re Chose are walking away from themarked with a dark stroke from the left, encroachedAlong the walls are only empty niches,Event, the end of the painted road ends upIV. The Paths to CathayWith a hand freed from weight,Not so much of place as of renewed hope,Clear-voiced despite its years, strong, eloquent—It is as though I were at a second threshold.Of meaning like these—the world created bySo, startled, quivering,The high whites spread over the buried earth.It's snowing, it's returning to a townWind, sleet. The branches sway,