Correspondence

Dear one, remember early April
The hail and crocus bulb
As per the damaged deck gone mouldy
And regarding wine to mull

We used to stare, just wonderstruck
At our idiotic luck

Dear one, are you advanced in changing
Yours truly, left behind
As per the unkept vow still healing
Badly 'round your favourite tree
We used to eat like turkey vultures
Kneeling low

We used to stare, just wonderstruck
At our idiotic luck

That we could be just in this humming
Deep in this joy, this sweetness muck
This infant cloud whose silver lining
Yielded storms; your bowels seized
I still expected all your letters
Right before your lips mouthed "please"
Envelopes marked return to sender
Made the brook inside me freeze

I was the red-red-red-red-robin
You were the car- car- cardinal
My aura all in jealous yellow
When i saw your ashes fall

I was the red-red-red-red-robin
You were that worm-ready beak
All of the psychics say you hear me
Even when i cannot speak



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Writer(s): Daccia Bloomfield
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