through the black earth of
cyberspace........
The electronic mail from gburchard@mwlabs.com
back and forth across the ice......................arrived at
around 11:00 PM.
come and sit by my side if you love me....
.........She almost dragged it to the trash
the sound of water........because it lay
between two messages from COMPMUS-
L.
that only see the light of day in rural
offices................(re: DOS based communications
software
every morning just at nine
..........................................re: Seeking Continuous
Feed Paper
in song and
story.......................................................re: DOS
based communications software)
while the water rose........
and the deer and the buffalo play
.................
the smell of hops and honey....
The daily in and out flow of a billion bytes......
the smell of green grass......
warm stones by the river..................
a red front door................
under the eves of the porch........................
dirigibles flying in all directions........
inside, the text was black.......................
and then I'd wish for...................
4 crystal goblets unexpectedly at midnight.........
making love......................
a black and white document..........
hand carved napkin rings.........................
we call our own......................
mustard colored tiles...............
a glass of champagne..............................
along the stream for several miles