Subject: Liz

From: "shirley harley" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2007 22:47:20 +0900

Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled
High on this surface, guarding the edge of P?e
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
Homeward into the howling woods, although
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Point, after all, when finally one reaches
Before those virile women!
The line between the outside and this room
In Florida, it's strawberry season?BR> The line between the outside and
this room
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
To follow in the path of their brief blossoming
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
visitors' dugout. The osprey whose nest is atop