What I Know of Goats (revised 10/4/04)
Ive been reading polite
pretty poems lately.
They all seem to encourage
the reader to go out and find nature
for true understanding.
In particular, a Portuguese poet,
Eugenio de Andrade, told me this morning
(or his translator did) that the sexual act
was hay/
ripening in your arms and the poet
euphoric
in your vineyard without wine....
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~ah, I guess you don't check/update all too often...