#202 Echoes
Published in
Jun 8, 2024
Junk mail
arrives today
I used
to say
inevitably
“your papers!”
you laughed
unavoidably
and devoured
them all.
You’d read
out loud
excitedly
about everything
new offers
the politics
school news
the opportunities
police reports
new houses
the horoscope
and predictions
for that
cold winter
(freezing cold).
I hear
those echoes
constantly
every time
we receive
your papers.
If only
you could
whisper softly
those echoes
to me
(for me)
again.
