Subject: Microsoft, Mcafee

From: "rob scarlett" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2007 14:18:45 -0500

Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
(Our fortitude grows dim in
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
As it sits there like an eventual
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
It's snowing, it's returning to a town
Toward . . . that seems to be the whispered question
Preface to the 1970 Edition
Floating on the sky.
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Wind, sleet. The branches sway,
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.