Writing love letters
to her who was when
little girl replies
to now me, again
Dear child, I'm sending
x's and o's back then
addressed to your fort
in dune hemlock glen
I receive a note
from long ago miss
kid scrawl envelope
sealed with a kiss
wintergreen ink on
berry stained fingers
mint scented memory
in cortex lingers
I wish I could go
back in reality
to beach combing me
by Michigan's sea
what's real anyway?
and what's memory?
is it something to sip
like Insani-Tea?
bespoke misery?
I'll pass on that drink
already drunk on
gin and printer's ink
Let's dwell for a time
in warm mica sand
my far away child
will you hold my hand?
we'll jot our love notes
along the lakeshore
in backward glance through
the wide open door
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