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Date: Wed, 30 Oct 1996 07:58:45 -0500
To: Carolyn L Burke 
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there are certain things you cannot 'try' to be.

This beautiful spot I've been staring at all week, now quiet.
Silence, but for the CD clock ticking the time signature that we know.
The ringing in my ears, louder. Out the large window, the old tree holds
tight its leaves. The faintest of breeze signaling November 
caresses it. Golden life released, one by one, and with each, 
heralding the past and future simultaneously...

Hauntingly yellow, lighted by the street lamp,
it breathes to me the life color 
edible color.

Let those who fear the animals meet Ramona, the confidant,
the collector, the covetor, the cow. 

Is my respect for her out of the disgrace for the rest?
slaughterhouse 5, we read. Long ago. Now, facing the reality.
would I have been able to watch them do that to  animal?

we eat cows.

the harder you 'try' to be...beautiful, complex, honest. 
It slips away from you.
Stop trying...and it will shine.

but what can we tell Ramona?


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