Subject: Paulette

From: "bennie cristen" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2007 13:53:07 +0200

shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
The mortal architect had brought to life,
Given by nature will soak into it.
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Snaps of ice cracking in the hidden air.
Where lamps are lit: these, too,
Glimmering of light:
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
By bloody pool≈rattling, gasping his last.
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
Dim, and die tonight?
XVII. Greenland
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Left and right, and far ahead in the dusk.
(Our fortitude grows dim in
Where, as I discover as I go through
That patch of white at the very end of the road
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast