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01-05-2007, 12:17 PM

Claire Petersky wrote:
> The chain was a ribbon of rivets, slick as an owl's snot,
> The bulb was a ghostly halogen, its filament glowing hot,
> The road was a sinew of darkness, but my light was steady and bright.
> My frame was the color of egg yolk,
> The moonlight glint from my wheel spoke
> As I savored the spin of my pedal stroke, into the jeweled night
>
> --
> Warm Regards,
>
> Claire Petersky
> http://www.bicyclemeditations.org/
> See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky

I have to wonder how that person developed an intimate familiarity with
the snot of an owl?

Phil Wood grease, maybe, WD40, maybe but OWL SNOT, purleeze! :-)

Lewis.

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01-05-2007, 12:17 PM	#3 (permalink)
limeylew@gmail.com Posts: n/a	Re: Remembering the poetry of erstwhile poster Van Bagnol Claire Petersky wrote: > The chain was a ribbon of rivets, slick as an owl's snot, > The bulb was a ghostly halogen, its filament glowing hot, > The road was a sinew of darkness, but my light was steady and bright. > My frame was the color of egg yolk, > The moonlight glint from my wheel spoke > As I savored the spin of my pedal stroke, into the jeweled night > > -- > Warm Regards, > > Claire Petersky > http://www.bicyclemeditations.org/ > See the books I've set free at: http://bookcrossing.com/referral/Cpetersky I have to wonder how that person developed an intimate familiarity with the snot of an owl? Phil Wood grease, maybe, WD40, maybe but OWL SNOT, purleeze! :-) Lewis. *****