Communication
No rain for several weeks.
Sand, dry, loose,
Black shoes became whitened with dust.
A letter was stuck in a tuft of dried grass,
On the back, where letter was sealed,
A lipstick print of opened lips.
He picked the envelope up,
The address was gone.
He opened the letter,
The ink had faded away.
The page was blank.
Duane Locke
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Wow!
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