I'll be right back. Thanks. You're welcome.
The messages keep arriving
From the messenger who has left
The long, lingering suspicion
There were only messages there
Ever, or that messengers live
Alone, receiving and sending
Letters that will evaporate
Like disappearing lemon ink
But without the capacity
To be re-read by anyone
Again, there being nobody
Ever, except the messengers,
Each observing the others
Vanish into messagelessness.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.