Love Letter 132 My ReWard

It's not enough

that I jot down

a few

wholesome thoughts

so fleeting

I will rage within forty seconds

and forget the face of God

no

but sometimes

when I have no herbs for tea

and my mind

has been like a fish in Venice

I must hope

you will see

that

I have given

today

all I have

I must hope

that these canals

will stop jerking

into underworlds

and collecting

into asphalt

and that the storm

will wreck me

only

half-heartedly

and that

those feet

which meet

in St. Mark's Square

will

be dancing

to something

good

I must hope

that when

I come up

for air

you will remember

I was

down

at the bottom of the sea

writing you

a poem

while

I was still

drowning...

forgive me all my coined words

for I am paying a ransom

so worthwhile

I will let it take me

all my years

if it lets me

beg you

for Love

I Love You

Your Beloved