Send your address
it's the only way
I'll write.
Don't text.
Don't IM.
Don't do much email.
Don't see an advantage
to the rush.
Have to think for a letter,
and the anticipation in waiting
for a reply
keeps words flowing
on more pages.
The letters from friends
and friends too
to be
reread until pages are
worn and cracked
bringing all the memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem