Subject: Roseann

From: "nichole gretna" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2007 19:44:53 +0800

End of the comedy.
P鑢e and M鑢e Chose could be in conversation
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
The line between the outside and this room
And I would like
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
For any part of them we can make out
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
That square桹h, 56 x 56
No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
Wheezing ravens, when