Friday, November 30, 2018

Prolific Dreams



I keep thinking that I can write you a letter

with so much love and beauty on the page that

you will not wonder why it never worked

quite so well with anyone else. My pen

has grown to be quite haughty,

she swears it's a task she can

skillfully complete and yet

here we are three years later

and still no where close.

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