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- Path: sparky!uunet!uiunix!donz
- From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
- Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
- Subject: Christmas gifts - for Sheryl
- Message-ID: <388@uiunix.ui.org>
- Date: 22 Dec 92 14:58:34 GMT
- Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ 07054
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- Some of you may have noticed the christmas card poems that sheryl
- stover has been writing (I was particularly pleased by mine). I had
- much the same idea, but I think of them in terms of christmas gifts.
- Tired of things as gifts, I thought that it is better to have
- something happen as a gift. And since I can't actually arrange to
- have anything happen to anyone, I figured I would do the next best
- thing and write a poem to describe a happening. Appropriately enough,
- I'll start with Sheryl:
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- SHE SPENT HOURS FALLING
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- She teeters above the reflection
- in the window of a second-hand shop
- where she had written with her finger
- "Fifty foot drop
- to an orchestra of rocks
- and water assembled, mostly white,
- with strings toward the back
- to weave new ligaments
- and, featured, the flesh and trombones
- section with a horn solo
- a lot like sobbing."
- She imagines the acoustics
- are better down there
- especially with shattered ears
- and the tinkling of her teeth--
- dice that roll only zero--
- Yahtzee! but who can keep score
- when the score is deafening
- and leaps through cracks in the shore?
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- Posthumous O'Toole
- Merry Christmas
- and Happy Solstice
- --
- Chucklehead awaits the return of his .sig
-