Letter

AFTERNOON LETTER TO MY FRIENDS

Afternoon nap is over

my windows open with the breeze

which is the only song I hear,

I want to write you and tell you about it all

so I open a bottle of wine

Pinot Noir poured in a glass

Billy Collins’s poems pass through me

today’s witnesses to these letters

I want to tell you about the breeze

how it blends with city noise

how it holds your mind within each word

that Billy Collins says and that I write

But maybe you’re not listening

maybe the breeze is all I hear

that’s all I can share with you

if it didn’t quickly disappear on paper

of course I want you to listen

as I sip wine

I am alone and yet you’re with me

just as these words dream up other images

but do you really want my letters

I cant quite describe a fire-escape

or how the lights change among tall buildings,

but I’ll try to share something

I close my eyes

and in my day dream darkness

I see the moon grow among the clouds

like the hair of Walt Whitman white with winter…