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||  ||  Leaning Into The Afternoons ||  || ||   ||  Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.
 * Dallas Haarmann

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man's.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female, from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare shedding blue tassels over the land.


 * Pablo Neruda** ||

|| **Where the Sidewalk Ends** ||  ||  ||   ||     There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
 * BRIAN LYNCH

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

||  ||  **Imagery** || Nick Endahl || || ||    Ideas Vast terrains Blank Far and wide.
 * Shel Silverstein**    ||

Start from scratch Building Each thing in my mind.

Rolling hills Sparkling blue lakes Jagged purple mountains loom.

Flowers blooming Opened petals turned toward the sky, Warm in the sun.

I feel as though i'm looking through a lense. Air tastes like watermelon, Sweet and exotic, yet familiar.

(March 12,2007)


 * Violetta Lanflagle**   ||