little lost causes

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

On Walking

We look at letters less often
because now they're buried in our brains.
Reviewing them is a formality
done privately.
My letter was for you
and your's was almost mine,
I think.
It was almost mine in the way
that the sidewalk is your's
while you walk on it.
You could say,
this is my turf,
and point to some grass.