pretty small slender
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		calling all calling all my avatars this means
		you sister please speak on my behalf with voices
		spread in a motet's polyphony on the necessity
		the beauty the silver sliver finality of
		pretty small slender

		unbig yes not large indeed narrow even
		nearly unvoiced likely not tall
		stand her a boom of bloom in a shot glass
		wildflowers or the sorb's budding-and-blossoming

		devouring the space amongst branches and lending
		life a happy fullness when blazed by the sun when
		the day lights up another speckless sky
	
		it is spring sprung and it is a sister in a poem
		from a time long ago.  the mood narrows.  it is
		nighttime in april chicago.

		a stunning stillness a brief respite
		a sleep at the quarter moon
		only the trains ramble sporadically the
		clickety-clackety call of a metal loon.


			Marek Lugowski
			14 April 1999
			Chicago, Illinois