Poem #11

Another prompt I got from sasqi was to 'steal a language fragment you see somewhere today.' Just having claimed A's desk as my own, reorganized it with my stuff, and hung bright bunting from the curtain rods, I sat down beneath the desk lamp with a new notebook (Clairefontaine, gorgeous) and wrote a poem. Two actually, but I'm only sharing a stanza or two from one of 'em.

Poem #11

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My friend once took an airmail envelope,
the ones with the red, white & blue border
from some lawyer's office--I don't know where--
she wrote I MISS YOU in pink watercolor
beneath the airmail printing, drew
three stick-figure redwood trees:
one for each of us, in the corner just so.

Every time I send a letter home,
I think of her.