Thursday, August 23, 2018

James Walton #114 Snail Mail Cursive



concrete cures forever
I was told by a builder
not in the medicinal sense
but strengthening over time

then a letter caught up with me
on this winter’s day
so cold two ducks are on the chimney
billing complaint into the ornate mooring

the words came from before death
of our joke about moths in his wallet
he was too cheap for his shout
and how it really happened that day

at the Duke when one flew out
and we were on the floor laughing
just the carpet between infinity
the underlay of worlds

a vibrato stitch of things
hand writing filtered by sand
conversations with an albatross
hanging endings in final saliva

the stamp his last touch
when he reached for us on earth
taking three years to berth
with wings from a tropical butterfly







1 comment:


  1. ah that is terrific
    and inexorable the snail
    what is a letter if not informed empathy?

    ReplyDelete

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.