Subject: Rae

From: "michell idelle" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 15:25:35 +0900

Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted
And half-starved foxes shake and paw
Partly stone, partly the absence of stone,
XIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort Sea
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
And so I gaze avidly
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
He is harsh, dismal, ice뾲hat is, exiled;
A salamander scuttles across the quiet
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
This third day of our January thaw,
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Is the moon to grow
As if your human shape were what the storm
End of the comedy.
Oh you builders,