Subject: Alisha

From: "harmon marj" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 01:55:56 +0800

Toward something that the world is pointing toward
That rings, with faithful tongue, its pious note
Beneath the snowflakes I notice façades
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Unreadable from behind-they are well down
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
-Now that you notice it-have just moved past
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
In a single floral stroke,
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Seized from creation by nonentity,
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
Away, my songs, must we go