| This Edition's Poetry |
Letter to Katy up North
The birds are busy with illusions.
Berries will support branches.
And all of our transportation hubs
will be tickle-free.
Oh, Katy
The world has grown into
it’s own image…
that of redundant message.
The birds are slacking off now,
the day has almost started.
But for you up there
a 25 year old letter of old wind
to begin your day.
There is no time that is present now.
A day with a promise, a hope really
that we will no longer dream
of one another.
by S. Keller
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