ArtSpeak: RED poem "Love in the Time of Long Distance"

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When I first looked at this Mark Rothko piece I thought it looked like a face with a white mouth. Then I thought it looked like a mailbox. So, both those things found their way into today's poem.


Love in the Time of Long Distance

sometimes the mouth opensand silence spills out
sometimes the mouthis a slotand silent wordsriding plain envelopesslip in
sometimes the eyessay what the mouth can't
sometimes wordsmake everything worse
sometimes the mouth opensand after the noisewhat's leftis hope
- Irene Latham