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Thursday, May 12, 2005

Ponds more or less (less) intact:
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Pasture revealed...
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Llamas getting Zen:
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5:21:49 PM    comment []

In the news: "STUDY REVEALS SMOG CLEARING PROPERTIES OF ATMOSPHERE     Chemists at the University of California, San Diego, and Purdue University have discovered that natural chemical processes in the atmosphere may be removing smog and other damaging hydrocarbons at a faster rate than once believed..."
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On and on

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[National Weather Service]

People in Washington and NW Oregon endure months of this weather all the time, Sam. Get over it.
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Clear Blue

Oh! The bright clear blue of 7 a.m.
Sun hot through the glass
Water passes
by the fence.
I am
glad, if unconvinced.

By 10 the sky's gone white--
I was right--
it doesn't matter much.
Pain-bones folded under
I shove graphite points
with deforming joints
along thin blue lines
and never wonder
what next?
Never mind.
Forget subtext.
Cat shares a touch,
dog a snore.
Could I want more?

Creek forgets to sing in its hurry
to ferry
freight of minerals to the plain.
Shelves carry
tea and milk and bread.
Bound and unbound
pages spread
around me
on my purple bed.
No one dead.
None drowned.
How shall I complain?


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