Washball, your poem Watching has a rounded ambience of purgation, as you yearn for your compurgator. The way each line contains a clear thought gives the work
an unusual sensibility as well as punchy staccato that gives it a rhetorical insistence, denying any possibility for doubt that your strong feelings will
eventually earn you the prize you crave.
Polonius
Kudos to you.
08/17/09
Thank you.
08/19/09