from: Dane Spangler
time: Oct 8 (13 hours ago)
to: flynnla@gmail.com
date: Oct 8, 2007 10:02 PM
subject: 7m10jbs
Summer bees were saying
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
Appear to lift up from the lake;
How can they get the point of how a world
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Yes. The obvious
By trees—or might see as the masonry
And beyond, the same sound of bees
This third day of our January thaw,
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretching
My keyhole blows a gale
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
Billows the fog, cloaks
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
And Mère Chose’s square of world, even as they
At these masses the snow hides from me.
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