blue shirt........................Email is neither pressed between the pages of the family bible
soft fur............................nor is it bundled with other electronic love letters
warm milk......................and tied with blue silk ribbons.
the sound of water.........Instead it is confined to inaccessible disks
cold water......................or inadvertently erased from mbox
blood stains....................in hasty Internet Service Provider shifts.
brown grass on the hills........
his arm around my shoulders .............."I think about you all the time," Gunter had said
making love...........................by email.
flowered dress.............. a glass of beer.................
low flying planes............. in a stream of unimitigated French............... the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... a red front door................ cold cereal........................ working............................ making things.................... a white shirt....................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... footprints.......................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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