In a dream you send me a letter.
In the way of dreams, even as I read the words
They evaporate, skittering back inside the subconscious
Like the reams in a player piano.
The tune, though, is familiar—
The words are loving and full of love
Open and full of hope.
They hold an invitation to speak,
And I oblige, whispering myself awake just
As the angel, bright with burning coal, recedes.
What was in the letter?
Let us see what words will come today
And consider them italicized footnotes of the holy.
Art by Michael J. Deas-- "The Letter"
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