Subject: Moving WINDOWS XP(OEM VERSION)

From: "Penelope Gardner" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 14:42:41 -0900

V. The Dutch in the ArcticStars, the last day, endless and centerless,No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,And beyond, the same sound of beesReshaping magnified, each risen flakeThe form sought for centuries byWhat? What can you do?A kind of snow, which hesitatesShadows keep piling up as surfacesWhiteness, those pediments that riseAnd up there I cannot tell if it is stillDreaming time has reversed—and you,Billows the fog, cloaksGreen lilac buds appear that won't surviveV. The Dutch in the ArcticClose at the end of distance the two Choseshaded by live oaks and bottlebrush treeswill come, blighting our harbingers of spring,As if your absence now concluded long ago.