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Date Posted: 21:41:13 05/08/02 Wed
Author: AAAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: dialup-65.56.25.23.Dial1.Stamford1.Level3.net / 65.56.25.23
Subject: Excerpt

I wrote this a couple of years ago,
but I always liked it

Oh so oft
does the harp of merriment
be played
now and again, it's strummed tunes
to all it's bedazzled listeners
not to the tunes itself -
but to the thoughts preceding
them; the play,
making them come to life
to take positions, on the grand stand
far and wide, plunked before them
and them not so willing, so see, at all
but yawn: My love
she doth blossom forth
as does the Tangerine flower, which just peeks
for the longest stretch of time, then comes
full force forth with many beautiful flowers, radiances
not often seen
since she doth grow atop hills, naturally
out of sight, cloaked
the more often, betwixt, between, others
which resemble her.

However she has greater radiance, fuller
and more often able to catch the larger bees:
the straying Yellow Jackets
and even the blackened Wasp, oddly
simultaneously, between the open
buds, straining, looking for attention
from life's merriments herself among the bees

And among the wasps . . . and her flowers
her buds, begin this time of summer each year
to pile themselves amidst themselves
with the others, all seeking
the meaning of the tunes
a being played, so faintly
in the far far and unheard distance

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