“A Letter”


You ask how I’m doing
That’s very nice of you
I must now find a plain envelope
Pencil, that Donovan record,
Some chicken for dinner…

Spanish wine
Darkness, Paganini
Very little light

I begin to wonder
How did you know
What I particularly
As your master

I appreciate much your concern
But I’m sorry to tell you
I returned to my favorite
And therefore I don’t have the time

In fact I’ve forgotten your name
All I can say is yes, I remember your sweater

Yes, it was red
Yes, you took it off
All by yourself

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