Subject: Jackie

From: "Mitch Fink" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 06:54:14 -0800

for a few weeks, statistics won't seemAs if your human shape were what the storm"Now it's my turn to sing!"I. Further Exploration of SpitsbergenDreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snowI've drifted somewhat from the distant heartHis sightless eyes horribly watch the air;The weight of being born into exile is lifted.To run, as in the time of the bee, seekingDeep in the fog that quenches every ray,Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,Stunned in their voiceless way to be aliveII. List of Franklin Search PartiesHe never even dreams, being sheer snow;Billows the fog, cloaksYour gloved hands covering your lips' good-byePalladio who beckons from the other shore,Allowing me to let your picture form and wakewhose soft bristles graze the top-racks.