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November 2009 
Far and Near
Posted on Apr 21st, 2009
by 
Ron
Ron
Small silver face out of the gray
I call it a deer in a phantom forest
Baader-Meinhof with a future
Smoke of assassination
Burning of oil
Maybe it's trees that have broken away
Or clouds around them
A dragon-shaped smear on a window
But there is a moment of clarity
When nothing is out there
Now I call it an asshole
In fiery red clothing
Light shoots from its finger
Like wind with hair
Is it an alien cowering
In the rape robe of war?
Mother and child on an icy globe?
Or just the eyes of day.
-Fanny Howe
I call it a deer in a phantom forest
Baader-Meinhof with a future
Smoke of assassination
Burning of oil
Maybe it's trees that have broken away
Or clouds around them
A dragon-shaped smear on a window
But there is a moment of clarity
When nothing is out there
Now I call it an asshole
In fiery red clothing
Light shoots from its finger
Like wind with hair
Is it an alien cowering
In the rape robe of war?
Mother and child on an icy globe?
Or just the eyes of day.
-Fanny Howe
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wow. I really do need to read more by her.