Subject: Bryan

From: "audra aharon" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 10:33:16 +0800

But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
(Our fortitude grows dim in
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
This gap in time, this season not their own,
A matter of getting all that right . . .
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
Escapees from the cold work of living,
II. Quest and Conquest
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
At San Biagio, in the most intense room
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
Gray the cloud-like oaks
Onto my frozen fingers.
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
End of the comedy.