Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0712200357440.29167@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: almost a sonnet -
Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:57:55 -0500 (EST)
http://www.alansondheim.org/moon.jpg almost a sonnet - Azure wakes up in the middle of the night, she says she says, well I say, I'm getting up here in Denver, there might be coyotes - I say, are you awake, feeling a bit moronic with the possibility of an 'of course' - she replies you have to get out of the way - I say, of what - of the man with the cart - what man - the man with the cart - I look, we're in a small room, surely, if there were a man with a cart, I'd see him - well he was behind the cart - but still - I look around, she's awake now - I say where did he come from - she says she says, from the closet - she says from the closet - I can't sleep, it's 3am or 4am - I say, I'm getting up, I rise like the dark sun of her dreams - she's sleeping again, I dress in the dark, look out the window - no coyotes to be seen, no man, no cart, no me, I walk down the hall, open the laptop, write this, almost a sonnet -