Postcard to Unknown Friend



Dear Stranger Poet,

Or is it Poet Stranger?

How goes it?  Stuck

on words?  I am

leaf green

and sometimes blue.

I need sleep,

not nightmares.

I spend my time

trying to write to you.

Hope you are roaming

the alphabet.

Don’t  forget my address.

Things are fragmented.

This place is summer,

rock hot and moon cool.

Hope to see you

in the dictionary.

Yours till you catch peace

and call me.

C.J. Prince


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