The 320th of 365

I suppose I can note that I must be participating in National Poetry Month by writing a poem a day for the month of April because I'm participating in my own International Poetry Year, wherein I write a letter in the form of a poem of some kind every day for the 365 days in which I am 50. This is a long process, and sometimes tiring, but I at least have some poems to show for it, and I've been able to send letters to hundreds of people, always on paper, and all over the world, to six continents (not Antarctica, unfortunately, where I know no-one), and to 320 people. Forty-five to go.

Today's poem is five pages long, and is a collage poem for Cecil Touchon. Nothing in his style (for he is primarily a poet of monumental collage, wherein the letter is reduced almost past its letterness, but maybe this is something he will enjoy. The images here are of the last two pages.


ecr. l'inf.