a hard week for bp where torches once flamed from towers on baglan bay there came a vision in the wind salty with swords glinting in the sun an army framed by ghosts of tankers anchoring behind a fabulous future shrink-wrapped in raincoats of desire going green like red guards waving farewell to all lord brown's refinery David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html