"it" would requires
you... and yous...
to be primed-up...
and most certainly... dead.

send "us" a postcard
sometime...
and pretty please...
seal that "send"
with a best licked stamp's
worth of postage
you can...
ever...
unthink... a Nabokov with;
pwetty pwease!

Red leaves
           fell silently
Under the maple tree
           by the lake
Where we met  
Last autumn
           Late September;
When the maple leaves
             turned crimson
       you made me
blush just like
those scarlet leaves
       That day ...
                                    Autumn came early,
                                  Why don't you,too...?


            Winter's on the way
           Are you, too?


Where are you...?