Sometimes your letters
fall off the page
worn and wise
burn the sage
ain’t no change
in the wars you wage
sink or swim
still in a cage
Sometimes your letters
arrive unsigned
don’t get me wrong
trying to be kind
my mind goes back
the hands rewind
but empty pages
are all I find
Sometimes your letters
threaten like ransom
forgotten images
in a photo album
tried to save all
rescued lonesome
wax stamped seal
chrysanthemum
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