Six inches of fresh powder. A pair of squirrels wrestle in it, then go up the big maple, couple on the trunk, and retreat to separate limbs.
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Six inches of fresh powder. A pair of squirrels wrestle in it, then go up the big maple, couple on the trunk, and retreat to separate limbs.
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Letter to Spam
Can you keep a secret? They will never know. In my e-mailbox at work this morning, this message: When wearing one of Practically Genuine’s clones, you won’t have to worry about being caught. How? We manufacture all our products (from the inside/out). Using the same metals, markings, materials as the originals ensures the perfect clone. In 1936 the pantywaist was a type of child’s garment with short pants that buttoned to the waist of the shirt. In Old English, a stole is a long robe, a scarf-like garment. Clergymen wore it. Frankly, I much prefer the sixteenth century use of doublet (root, Fr. duble) as “one of two things that are alike”. Keep this quiet and your friends, family, co-workers, and loved ones will never know the difference. Six inches of fresh powder. A pair of squirrels will wrestle in it, then go up the big maple, couple on the trunk, retreat to separate limbs. All those little gropings in the shadows. Do you need a translator? Think of it. History is full of copies, some of them cutting themselves out of the landscape right now.
~ Luisa A. Igloria
02 22 2011
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A LESSON
Plot a scenario where it could occur:
six inches of newly-fallen snow
is as good as a sunset on the bay.
Lie down on it, make snow angels,
steal a Facebook picture of her
stretched in mock-sultry splendour,
then tumble where she trashes
to make her angel’s wings, laugh,
let her scream her wildest trill
then plant an errant kiss. She will
push, you will pull. Do not cease
from childlike giggling. Roll over,
wrestle like the pair of squirrels
you pointed out to her under that
bare maple. If she struggles, wait.
Wait for her to lie still with her
weakened guffaw, lock her into
your arms to gather warmth,
“To keep you warm”, you protest.
She is ready, if you are.
But that was when you saw
the quondam pair of rodents
in frenzied coupling on a swinging
branch, and she let out a stifled
scream. The pair on the maple trunk
scampered, retreated to separate
limbs, paused, stared, and left
off where they were rudely
interrupted. First lesson learned.
The next lesson, therefore, should be
on separation.
—Albert B. Casuga
02-22-11