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creased fog -
hard to take, especially
by weight of a
hard
blunt
thumb.
in my confusions
your blunt, fresh fingerpower
servesonly to heighten disillusion
and drive my silent frustrations,
like clouds or fog, into storm.
and the rain will fall
hard
and
straight.
Your thumb will serve a poor umbrella.
SANDY FARGO
SONG OF THE SUMMER
Softly 'lovinq to the music of the wind,
Softly sighing silken skin,
Dying daylight softly sunning on the rim,
Velvet evening floating in.
Icy moonrise playing shimmer on the sea,
Waves lulling all to dreams,
Wraith-ship blinking softly in the haze,
Echoing songs of older days.
Softly loving to the music of the wind,
Softly sighing silken skin,
Waking daylight softly sunning on the rim,
Maiden morning moving in.
JOHN THORTON
