From: Karen
Date: Thu May 12 16:04:38 MST 2005
Subject: Poem of the month

It probably will get edited after the Rod, Scott & Derek poets' smackdown tonight. But here it is, anyway, and thanks, Caleb, for letting me STEAL THAT LINE from your homework! ---------------------------------- Unspoken Requests tell me why I berate myself for every bittersweet impulse incoming and outgoing dreams, flies swarming a dark screen frozen by the multi-task, CTRL ALT DELETE all I cannot see the binary end of, I would quash if I could we’ve all been steeped like wayward leaves, and the posh walls of this antique pot surround us, stained yellow, we soothsay our own futures clinging to the bottom for life or death: time is a mustard wash, a pungent seed faith the only power that sustains me, wary of brash cliff edges, I guard the delicate membranes stashed within the surface tension like a soap bubble, a clean prism of light, a playful hope I can barely restrain myself from breaking soaked through by red-breasted desire wash me in mustard seed belief and I’ll be whiter than snow, wash me and I’ll be yours, free to lift my wings or to nest in deep and somehow, keep the snowdrift from smothering me KEB May 2005

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