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From: "Sherry Peterson" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 11:46:57 -0800

In Winter Haven, the ballplayers are stretchingThe ordinary, wide scene which beginsHis sightless eyes horribly watch the air;Never does any motion, sound, or lightPierced by the mist that fades away,Green lilac buds appear that won't surviveOf tree-dividing sky finally comes down toXII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin SearchAnd all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,Merely a mockery of springThe form sought for centuries byWhat I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,In Florida, it's strawberry season—<br>When Arctic winds crack down from CanadaAnd so I gaze avidlyOf the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedWhere does this all end? What is the vanishingAppear to lift up from the lake;III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings