Epistles

Epistles I’ve seen

inked visitations

of observation and report

they’ve come in glance and innuendo

changes of expression

short-changed response

to things real and perceived.

Epistles I’ve read

notes of passing and no-return

senders moving on

not too long after

the finality of eternal claim.

Epistles now arrive

from far away and now

hand-delivered love

crafted in write and read

and these notes of endearment

come now as box

as bookmark and candy

inviting a philately

that is not nation-bound,

for these epistles

cashew-shaped and coconut-frosted

are fluent in the grammar of enigma

of flirt and toy

and celebrate

in confusion and clarity

the timeless insanities

the undisguised blessings

of anonymity.