sw00275aih-sprintedon.definition

9     As It Happens
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 My apartment is on the ground level, which at this complex
 means/ there is a walkway over my head.  Also, my apt is
 at the north end, and the mail boxes are at the south end.
 Good thing it was warm today because when I got near the
 stairs at the south end it seemed I was walking through
 a wind tunnel.  The pines and the flowering trees nearby
 were a hoppin' and a boppin'.  It made me wonder what
 the average daily wind speed in this Springfield is.

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 I do want to get back to posting more poems.  There 
 are two for my Venturings I am "anxious" to post,
 but I still have hours of work to do on the internal pages
 of two completed volumes in this journal; and, tedious
 as that work is, I want to get this cyber-abode in order.
 Usta Mari, an interior dialogue between two parts
 of my psyche, in which an astronaut and his robot
 companion are cicling Saturn's Titan; and The Forty-One
 Days of Kim, which begins imagistically but then moves
 into difficult (though not difficult to understand) snippets
 of autobiography before the strange vision comprising its
 final "day", are those pieces, a word I am using because
 the former may be more a playlet than it is a poem.  

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 Last night I made a contact many upon being told of
 would respond to with the question: "What did you do
 that for?"  The contact I made was with a living human.
 It was a voice-to-voice contact.  I am saying no more
 other than that it was brief and cordial.

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 Have a sprintedon autumn.
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 [ A sprintedon is a tiny mythical dinosaur
    I imagined years ago and tried to write
    a poem about.  I am not sure where
    that poem is now. ]



Brian A. J. Salchert