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To: HG who wrote (6197)	9/30/2000 12:56:45 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

Garden Solstice In a glint of needle light, of grass seeds, dew flecks, a friend is throwing her voice While far inside a grainy heaven a butcher's apron ripples its dried blood in the wind. The bark strippings, excelsior, the panicles of the garden. In the midst of summer a friend cuts greens and places them in a bowl as if they were fronds. A friend is a vinegar - and now, pearl-shaped, in clusters, faces among her face, A globes rise on the lawn, each above a root of recriminations." ~The Antioch Review, Jun 1, 1996. love those poems esp The Sun Fades.