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Dear John

It is though a garden here,
making my way
up the rows,
picking letters to form
into words to hold,
as bundles in my arms,
to place upon the paper
just so, to sign, address,
then let it go.

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Find Me

I am all but tongue-tied,
emptying myself of
how many words?
in other places,
with no filter, and no sieve,
and perhaps by doing so
I do myself and you a disservice,
for now, I am finding here,
a lack of words for not finding me.  

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