Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Standing Postcard Valentine

At this point
We’re still at
The toilers-and-traders stage
Slaves or masters
Preserve me from myself
The motto of our time
It’s a Wednesday at 3 o’clock
I await your arrival
These words accompanied
By a photo on the other side
Faded now of a swim-suit
Standing in a little boy
By a northern lake
Who disappeared though
The lake’s still there

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