The weather is quite pleasant these days. <br />My new wife looks like my old wife. <br /> <br />Alas...I have started to drink, wishing for better uses <br />of the seed; perhaps in the embryo of clouds, <br /> <br />swirls rolling over the haystacks. But I remember then <br />the landscapes I have repressed, my unwillingness <br /> <br />to live a genre. The idea being that if you have loved <br />a place so much, you can witness its maker; <br /> <br />the house on a hill with a welcome mat <br />and no explanation<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/atmospheric-pressure/
