<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192607880514915217</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:33:47.733-07:00</updated><category term='poem'/><title type='text'>Gretch Art: painting and writing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5192607880514915217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gretchart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gretch Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517874383411890344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5192607880514915217.post-867736922001144614</id><published>2009-01-25T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:58:35.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dock</title><content type='html'>I love docks&lt;br /&gt;I love the smell of them&lt;br /&gt;fish and sweat and creosote.&lt;br /&gt;I love the coils of rope&lt;br /&gt;the old crates that held crabs&lt;br /&gt;the stink of old shrimp nets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love walking on a dock&lt;br /&gt;the cracks between the boards&lt;br /&gt;where you see the shaded water&lt;br /&gt;lapping below you -&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that you could,&lt;br /&gt;if you really tried,&lt;br /&gt;levitate over the green salt water&lt;br /&gt;or plunge into the briny river&lt;br /&gt;and breathe easy with the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mystical exension of Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;made of old boards and rusty nails -&lt;br /&gt;a dock takes us to the lonely shrimpboats&lt;br /&gt;with their silent shabby beauty&lt;br /&gt;leading to the universe of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;the endless possibilities within us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5192607880514915217-867736922001144614?l=gretchart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gretchart.blogspot.com/feeds/867736922001144614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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