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.