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by Jenni Mansfield Peal » April 22nd, 2005, 5:53 pm
"let him lie in fields of white,"
she said, and left me there
to wind the shroud
to lower the cloud
to find my own way home
"what is this fog, what is this mist?"
he said from the back of his eyes
"where is the pier
that brought me here?"
but only bubbled foam
and who is he? and who is she?
where am I in this play?
she's up, he's gone
and I am down
to find more stickes and stones
Photos by Tom Peal