Melissa Studdard

Rookie - 20 Points (Tuscaloosa, Alabama)


He sent us flowers without a card,
God did — that trickster soul.
It must have been a sound that started it all,
And he's still out there somewhere, laughing
While we seek directions, or direction,
While we, the addressees, search for an addresser,
While we sort and sift and categorize and collect,
Divide, classify and analyze. Our refrigerators hum to us,
And heaven knows the bugs make their merry at night.

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