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Between the high and the low, in this night. The flakes which have stolen onto the flagstonesIt is as though I were at a second threshold. at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.I might have happily lived some other childhood. From which, thanks to symmetry,Palladio who beckons from the other shore, They tear apart the mist, it is as though,Would their world not remain comfortably grow hot in the parking lot, though they'reFor any part of them we can make out Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at lastOf the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped Escapees from the cold work of living,and preening, dancing on the basepaths, From point to point of meaning—open? closed?—<BR>Figures of light and dark, these two are walking Seized from creation by nonentity,shortcake, waffles, berries and cream