Sent off

I licked

the envelope

containing myself


and before I knew it

standing by the metal post box

let it drop

heavy and thinly covered

composed of filigree

a sound I am reminded of

with each urge

to be enclosed and

sent off

I know not where

but it will have

sail boats that knock against each other

with gentle shoreline waves

and at night

a lute

plays reedy and low

as dancers without shoes

as slim as whiskers

bronzed by day

slip in and out

of wet candlelight


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