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I relate to the sentiment expressed Chuck. Very brief, succinct and extremely enjoyable. As always with your poetry, I can find no fault and it is beautiful. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water." "A Democracy can withstand anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein

It IS beautiful You are very good at the haunting, cold, alone sentiments Chuck. I look forward to seeing you frivilously cavort with a hot passion one day... Not really, just kidding, these lovely delicate ones always get me, you really do know how to get to the little solitary corners of ones soul. Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

'backyard birdsong tempts me: “Come! Come out!” Your poem sounds to me like you may have had a wee bit of spring up there in MI. Been to California. It's almost always nice there, but now heading to MN. We'll see. It is wonderful, on the other hand, to finally have some light into the evening. It won't be long now and we'll have some poems from you about the heat and humidity up there by the lakes. (ha ha) Yours, Dee

i read you - a shame. some intelligent play. can relate. winter leaves me cold too.

that's how I feel today... the birds are out there and squirrels are scrambling from tree to tree, but it is 43 degrees and it is raining that cold rain... the kind that makes me not want to go out and I love the rain... barred by the habit of warm kitchens scent I look out at the wetted day and know that I too am ready for the warming of spring... great senryu! Richard