Link the i to the n and get nothing.
Because I've left a path which knows you.
An indigenous form of blemish, a fatal lend.
Would a postcard in the shape of 2 kisses still get through?
Ice-storms in Spokane left not a tree standing.
Take off the good shoes, put on your boots.
Put your socks on. Take a shower. Comb your hair.
I'm writing to you from a far-off country.
I'm buying blueberries for breakfast, milk for tea.
A nuisance met a notion a begat a noun.
Will you be singing this evening to my green eyes?
Will the mist-mad birches tarnish and perish?
A good day to beat a heart out, to buy a hat.
A good day to fold blue blankets and forget.
- Karen Volkman
