Look what I found! Maureen Owen online at


http://www.thing.net/~grist/ld/owen/owen.htm


and this poem


"Always the word "love" written in vanishing ink....vanishing
or
Edith wharton is missing"

for E.B.


Turning the page we witness how another survives.
She takes the circular staircase to the weathervane
& that puts her right on top of the view
the nightly ritual of standing in the front doorway
breath pumping into the flat dark We are staring
at a sky the color of a Parrot tulip staring back
eyeball to eyeball jagged star to jagged star perfect
bead to perfect bead maybe low clean fog or
wet-washed air Orion Big Dipper venus mars?
The door a thick slab of hard wood chipped painted &
repainted strata of each layer marking an idea in
progress.

"I really am fine" she wrote "I went to Africa last
June to see the Mountain Gorilla of Dwonda I am very
happy" it's love at the base of it all love stops
the heart goes on but love stops Stops Stop
it! love! Stop it!