Date: Sun Sep 2 12:11:05 2007
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Glimmering of light:Dim, and die tonight?
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night airAnd beyond, the same sound of bees
I know,Floating on the sky.
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from theThe winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Against this sky no longer of our world.Never does any motion, sound, or light
Close at the end of distance the two ChoseTrampled snow is the only rose.
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-byeFrom point to point of meaning—open? closed?—
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseThey move against, or through, or by, or toward.
Dismal, endless plain—This drizzling three-day January thaw,
