By Madison
Date: 14 March 2000
Our 1000 Letters
Our thousand letters wait
planted in the attic space or
spluttered on the highest density
diskettes
who hide beneath the bed
they breathe our love
touched to the quick with it
in boxes
tagged with arbitrary fraudulence
misremembered passwords
the passion claims its air
I wonder -
what paths they may have taken
left alone
would they fade to ocher
would they splinter to
a jumbled mesh
if they knew what we had done
our thousand letters
when the lid was closed
and put upon the shelf
like winter shoes.
M Madison
14 mar 2000
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