Summer 2000
	Ray DiPalma
	Rockfalls and Snowstorms in the Thin Air Above 20,000 Feet
	Moonlight blue paint bad weather melting notes All that affection moving into the shade Mystically in touch with something that never was Something to conspire over in addition to one's normal occupation The music is good but the music is wrong It follows the road over the bridge, past trees and shrubs, and finds Two earthenware pots at the water's edge How many minutes in the hour that has passed How many minutes in the hour to come Coral and bronze large planes to light Long feathers against the cold marble Accidental sentimentality supplanted by Weeping and making a way apart from all simultaneous systems Flesh vanishes with the first recollections like perfume