A Night Letter
Imagine me, sending a puff of smoke skyward,
Thinking
I would write you a letter
Even tonight.
We sit, nestling back to back,
And looking, you and I,
Like these poems
In different directions.
I will not ask you
If the poems send
Your head spinning,
Or weather they remind you of the ring
That glitters on my finger.
But look: bedecking the night sky,
Like an old kite made of paper
And decorated with stars
Strung together
On one vibrating string,
From my hands to yours –
The Big Dipper rises.
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