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.........................
on the frosted grass in the meadow................
cold cereal........................
working............................
making things....................
a white shirt.......................
the children laughing..........
blue jeans.........................
potato soup......................
footprints..........................
the pine trees overhead......
walking.............................
riding................................
the horizon........................