Posted in Photography, Poetry

Letters to Mrs. Marshall

Circa 2 cent stamps
preoccupied dreams
stacked memories to leaf through
blades of hope full bloom

Chanced upon this stack of love papers, piled high and grown larger with time. Now to sit and relish in space forgotten and live their second summer. When flowers bloom, a lover’s scent caresses a cheek.

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