Poem 262 – Another Poem About Writing Letters

Another Poem About Writing Letters

the page is patient

ink is intuitive kind

words swarm a cluster of giving in your mind & heart

the words are also patient

I carry around her letter
it jumps in the corners of my sight
imprints on bag detritus seeps into nows
while I finish other things

a letter waits to be written so there is always something to say

I’m sorry I miss you You’re right Let’s do that Thank you

I love you, the letter always says
even when it doesn’t
it does…

the page is patient