In a prompt at dVerse Poets this past Thursday Laura invited us to think of letters in a poem.
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Letter To Mom From the Floor
They flew at your insistence
in a uniformed stewardess’s winged pocket
I thought
my letters to the far off
land of your other family
with scrunch faced glue tongued
relief at completion but
hidden glimmed
anticipation
of response
that I write
now
here in the near off
land of a hospital floor
realizing immortality not well thought out
and any anticipation
of response
is gray winded under my hat to hide
the unkempt hair of thoughts
in such correspondence now
not the forward days of baseball and friends and camp in the summer
to regale
instead a tangle of years to trip on in the dark
and stumble backwards ghosts of old discovery and wary wisdom and found fear
but fly
still
at your insistence
letters to the here off
land of them strung together
to make whole from pieces or more make nonsense all of
a letter to you Mom, in a far, far off
land whole and nonsensical
where maybe they receive mail
in winged stewardess’s pockets too
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