A Love Letter
I write words and listen to sounds
from Persia. There’s a party next door
and when the exotic music stops
so do my words.
They slip off pages,
shatter and split into a loose alphabet.
Each letter on the ground forms collages
varied as the cleavages of the women
over the fence.
Today is a special Babylonian day.
One of tying blades of grass together.
With each tie one makes a wish.
I tie one knot. You and I intertwined.
Alex Nodopaka Apr©2006
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