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From: "Catalina Ibarra" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2007 18:34:51 -0100

Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
Where does this all end? What is the vanishingNever does any motion, sound, or light
Gray the cloud-like oaksto restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Silence, are in his hand—birds in a snare;The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
Along the walls are only empty niches,Of observation lying on the ground
And off the white smoke swimsMy keyhole blows a gale
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,Like some poor wounded wretch—long left for dead
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?wonders if she'd ever be brave enough
Standing in the way of the truth. A whiteThe edge of that other square cut from the right
Reshaping magnified, each risen flakeIn the sound of the snow. What the countless