Path: bloom-picayune.mit.edu!snorkelwacker.mit.edu!americast.com!americast.com!americast-post Newsgroups: americast.latimes.misc From: americast-post@AmeriCast.Com Organization: American Cybercasting Approved: americast-post@AmeriCast.com Subject: Untitled, By KILLARNEY CLARY Date: Mon, 23 Nov 92 07:26:22 EST Message-ID: HEADLINE: Untitled, By KILLARNEY CLARY Publication Date: Sunday November 22, 1992 BYLINE: Sleep was streams of red and white lights curving through the passes. I saw them from a melancholy, silent and weary. I want to fall in love every moment. The ache is fine and selfish, so huge and sad. If someone were here tonight, hewould know what I should do with my arms which are so heavy and the numbness spreading from my spine. I might talk with him and learn how to find places for the gifts. If there were skin other than my own or a certain need. Time wears the dazzle of the small lights. I am chilled. I begin to smell the trees. Sleep was all that was left. A small and comfortable boat on the whole ocean. From "Who Whispered Near Me" (Noonday: $8.95; 65 pp.). 1989 by Killarney Clary. Reprinted by permission. This article is copyright 1992 The Los Angeles Times Home Edition. Redistribution to other sites is not permitted except by arrangement with American Cybercasting Corporation. For more information, send-email to usa@AmeriCast.COM