This has been a stellar day for Spam-Poetry, and it's not even noon yet!

First up, "717" by Spam Poetess Claudine Epps (ClaudineEpps@0451.com):

Something happens here with the shadows. But what was that silvery shine? It
sand, his parents were very much dismayed indeed.
it took for the lining. The gardens had ended by now, the clayey lot that
night and cloud and storm, for the sport of it, while the Flock huddled

The line "The gardens had ended by now" just kills.

Next we have "IZZ" from Spam Poet Marcel Block (MarcelBlock@0donnell.com):

"There is a steady leak of materials from the Visitation Zones into the
and the speed was joy, and the speed was pure beauty.
imagination? It would be nice to have a smoke now and sit for a spell and
Without warning, Chiang vanished and appeared at the water's edge

Haunting. At first you think this is going to be some kind of totalitarian future state and then it turns into a wistful meditation on the passage of time and lost love. Spectacular.

Finally, we have "MF0" from Spam Poet Aron Slater (AronSlater@01com.com):

"So now you'll have something to tell the girls about back in Sweden?"
without a single flap of wing from sand to cloud and down again.
"Listen," I said. "Kirill."
done well, at no expense to tension and suspense.

I'm pretty sure this one is about the infamous World Series of Poker call made by Russian poker player Kirill Gerasimov.