Subject: Shelton

From: "tawsha jock" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 3 May 2007 00:11:42 +0200

on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
To reach out into its own vanishing
From there. Toward . . .
Astonished that you have returned to go
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
From which, thanks to symmetry,
The edge of that other square cut from the right
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
Is the moon to grow
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Wheezing ravens, when
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
Of Boyg of Normandy . . .
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Bronze the sky, with no
A frame of glided twilight-I