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MILLENIA TO COME...Faster than receding gums it races from inner consciousness to out of doors. It races with translucent haze into green veins of transpiring flora. It circulates with calls of the Griffin up to dense clouds, falls with amorous rain reflecting its mystery onto each drop. It sinks beneath the smell of earthy feet caught up in some blue Kaolin clay, and dissolves into deep dark feldspar minerals. Touching every element, endlessly cycling back into haze, lost love can be retrieved from millenia to come. (EL Soodak)

DISTANT TERRAINS...In our distant terrains, yours of terra cotta, mine at this soft meadow, Did you tap my shoulder? I can feel it here from there. ^=;--.__. It must have been that night, a wailing otter, the wild call of your desire from afar, echoing under my covers. ^=;--._. Waking up hungry, too dark for breakfast. It's not toast that I want. (EL Soodak)

ASCLEPIAS... Asclepias, throne for Danaus, offers its clustered blooms to winged travelers for nourishment, offers its raw silky filament as a rest place and, for aesthetic insects, offers its gallery of tearlike pods which I, friend of Nymphalidae caterpillars, have touched, as have many monarchs flitting from these misty blue foothills to the silkweed patch near your hacienda. ... (EL Soodak)

PI'S REQUEST... Streaming from the vena cava, these words fill the atrium of my heart, drip off this wound onto the surface, between cracks in the sidewalk, and pulse throughout earth's chamber, these few words: Volume equals four/thirds Pi(r) squared. ......... *=---__.. *=---__.. more comets in the forecast, look, their tails displaying poetic sparks: *=---__.. Cradled in clouds, the new born moon sways. *=---__.. Puddles at night- stars floating in a small sky. *=---__.. Street lamp glows, s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g pine needle shadows. *=---__.. Ripe orange, a fruit fly's world. *=---__.. Toting crumbs, single file, from our picnic to theirs- ants at ants smile. *=---__.. Breaking wave~ the little boy covers his wet bed. *=---;__ In darkness, waiting for the firefly to enlighten us. *=---;__ . ... (EL Soodak)

DUST SETTLES... ~~Dust rising from that field reminds me of home where ebony branches reach beyond the sun and clouds are late arriving. A weathered hand, combing grandchild's curls, looks like my mother's hand. Your woven shawl, the rusty spigot, these yams roasting.. reminds me of home. The bray that echoes in this darkening village sounds like my village welcoming us. Here, dancing with drummers, reminds me of home. And, on the off beat of a moment ablaze, sparks flare, eyes spark, charred toes kick up the earth. From this place, swirling smoke carries my shadow home to where I have never been. Dust settles in Africa~~

El gallo esta cantando, the rooster is crowing. Crowing shakes the horizon, dawn tumbling into the old field. Crowing rakes thirsty grain toward the pueblo. Crowing bakes the crust for sleepy panaderos, the crust for pigeons weeping at Iglesia de la Incarnacion, the crust for Rodriguez, poor blind dog. Crowing breaks Maria's heart as her lover returns to sea, fisherman's net shining with sad sardines and crazy crab. Crowing wakes the vine that cradles the color azul. Crowing takes the dreams from Children of Andalucia. SE VA LA MADRUGADA, dawn flees. ...(by EL Seudak)

OWL eyes glaring at the moon rise- (@)(@) two craters. ...(by ELS)

ELEVEN ELEPHANTS... I like to ~~ walk with El-e-phants-, ten or eleven El-e-phants--. I like to talk to El-e-phants-, they try to talk back--. I want to jam with El-e-phants-, waving their trunks they rave-and-rant--. Never forget the beat-they-chant- in a trance---. Okay to be an El-e-phant-, no need for khaki hat-and-pants--. Living is free for El-e-phants- 'til it's time to eat--. I like to dream of El-e-phants- flying across their con-ti-nent--. Ten or eleven El-e-phants- dream about me---. I want to walk to Zam-be-ya-, look at the face of Gam-be-ya--. Elephants from Nami-be-ya- like walking with me--. I like to ~~