On Jun 17, 1:52=A0pm, Amanda Reid <scrawlm...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
> =A0 =A0 =A0 =A0 226
>
> The thunder pounds my window and the sky
> Releases still more green to stain the ground;
> The cat alerts one ear, but constant sound
> Dulls even soldiers to the softest lie,
> And she is inside. =A0Soon enough, to try
> The rabbit, blackbird, blade of grass she found
> Unlike all others. =A0Dreaming that the hound
> Sniffs bombs in no man's land, her time goes by
> =A0 As mine does not. =A0Again the clock reads two
> As if I had no other thing to say
> And less to know, than that the world took you,
> And took you here or there, but took away.
> Whatever there appears to do,
> The time is -- wrong. =A0But I'm right twice a day.
It only now hit me how this must have ...
Say this is the thunder and not the bomb
The glass could be the bomb, the sky
And the sky in pieces is green
And more than new, swirling
Like Northern Lights
And how can they be seen?
Through something
The thunder pounds
*
Trying to sleep more.
Peace comes soon. Four day vacay! Sleep, when it's forced when
living by the World's clock, [...] yet, sleep discipline is useful in
the ordinary world.
[...]
But in the down time, your own time, feed on food that helps the
body glow, like blueberries (no, not "glow like blueberries"; [...])
and oranges and legumes, too.
And swim, swim, swim! Feel every muscle! Or whatever your
exercise (you do).
*
I'm sure SH 226 got inside like a cat that pounced on me >before< I
knew it!
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