Postcard From a Man Whose Heart Is On Fire For You
by Kenneth Anderson
Please write and let me know.
Or better, keep your secrets.
Believe me, time will tell
everything there is to tell about that day
under the bleachers. Then reliving it
will be all you’re about. So find someone
to mind the store, and we’ll stitch
our little sighs together deep in the Catskills
like so much bellybutton lint.
It serves one best that serves one least
to think on matters such as these.
Still, there is so much left over, so much
ensconced in the reminiscences of old fires,
games of whist, and the unexplained knock
you dreamt you heard at your bedroom door.
Go ahead and open it. See for yourself.