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Date Posted: 12:41:03 04/27/05 Wed
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: AC8CDAB6.ipt.aol.com / 172.140.218.182
Subject: By Niagara

The sea afar, buoyant yet
upon her many syrups, fetches
the gleam that shall sit her waters
as a molasses flowing coldly
released mid June she climbs
the faucet of the wind, and when
she notices, too
send, a secret radiance's
blend, bend, as do every, many
roses, daffodils, tulips, end -

it is the mode,
it is
just the model, send:

your seeds there too, as the stay, in
her many rolling
tilts
to facade the blueness, as a
quilt, warned
so warmed by the sea
she fills
and ushers as a small beads
upon the water
that float
soak
as birds mid-sky;

wry,
lean
to fly

the grassy currents

and fish; swarms,
glib as any, wanderer any, alley to seek

as some;
stray
dark alley found
having, none
the more darker entrance
bound, are they
like fragility
of which birds any
and, airs, that cockeyed glare
like the moon close,
to close the river
and softness close
to weave, blended
and seeds to pounce, again
cause their thumps to resound -
snap; and echo found
across the river, it is

that line, that lines
as crickets sounds
or, twigs being crushed
beneath the silence of silence
sounds,

as a gardener
he walks talks, his mutters
O' purvey me, this
send

I stand, my rake in my hand
and handle in refrain
and memories that soak
my hand
across the handle
and the looming of
reflections,

a sea
brisk, she
sends her salt
and ground
softer
than care's

softer; and weight
a matter the bees, all
understand

and Niagara just a short
walk
away

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