Flows

To Rob Bradlee on his new computer programming job.

flows;

first reaching

drives

your exit, !flown

 

windows {

for long spy glimpsing
--frayed gesture in the air to associates you last leave;

long petals newly grasped

else

wave

}

so further beacons

rise & gleam with promise

(deeper passages) ?

current fast:

tomorrow rudely grounded.

 

memories()

they still emboss the columns here;

the earlier flowers gleaned

we listened

Andy Oram
November 10, 1986

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