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From: "Colette Townsend" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 20:54:37 +0000

From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—At the end of the road. Even if they are staringwill come, blighting our harbingers of spring,And up there I cannot tell if it is stillThis drizzling three-day January thaw,Coextensive with everything? How could they know?Sought to contrive, intending to expressVI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil RushLucky the bell—still full and deep of throat,Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.Again awaken from your being gone to findNever does any motion, sound, or lightThat square—Oh, 56 x 56My only thought is for what hasThat desire has ever built, have approachedand the numbed yards will go back undercover.—Now that you notice it—have just moved pastTo reach out into its own vanishing"Now it's my turn to sing!"