Tuesday, March 01, 2011

HE WROTE A LETTER


He wrote a letter 
made of air and clouds. 
It carried his finest feelings
as it floated off.
Soon he found a silent stone
and spoke to it,
and his words were made of miracles,
and they made the stone
speak like all the stones
we step on each day.
It didn’t alter anything:
the air arranged itself
around him, 
as always,
in stylish ways.  

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