a poem a day for a year #212

by Amy Turn Sharp


There are still places in the world where you can send telegrams.

You made me pause while washing dishes tonight [STOP] My hands found my face and traveled down to my neck and a lingered [STOP] I was thinking about the past [STOP] You are alive in the past [STOP] I sent this back home [STOP] I hope someone finds this [STOP] Kiss everyone [STOP] Always take chances with your heart [STOP] The future is always coming [STOP]