| Answering Mail |
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| I stare through the window. What should I write . . . ? |
| I walked this morning in the grassy dew. |
| The wrens came back; they’re building anew. |
| Last week I changed a flat . . . my first. Moonlight |
| still reminds me of— No it doesn’t! How trite |
| of me to write him how the moonlit view |
| of our orchard in bloom— It’s just not true! |
| Dawn’s teacher is amazed; she’s very bright. |
| Her eyes grow more like yours— I won’t write that! |
| My sister introduced me to a man. |
| Dawn thinks he’s great. I can’t write that! The cat |
| grows bold, catching mice in the field. Never |
| mind us, we’re just fine. Write Dawn when you can. |
| We still love— No! No! No! Just . . . As ever. |
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