Dear Jimmy
How are you?
How is Jenny?
Any news?
Quiet here
So you’ve heard
To be near
Much preferred
Out this morning
Town was gone
Storm was forming
On the pond
Gray and dense
Air that girds
Like a fence
For friendly birds
Feathers dark
Whatever types
Crow or lark
Bars and stripes
Rainy days
Sky-lit piers
Where I stay...
Tiny fears
Have to do,
Sorry waves,
With me and you
A place to save
What remains
Or keeping pause
On putrid strains-
We’re all the cause
Not me alone,
The ilk of heart
What was done
Was all our part
Not just mine
From onset
Nothing fine
Deep regret
Nothing sound
The worst of friends
Could have found
The better ends.
In ruins here,
Sure you know
To be near...
Unlikely though
Gray and dense
Air interred
My lovely wince
For stupid birds
And brutal trees
Sick duress
So Jenny...
I digress...
There again
Sometime soon,
Will think of when
This afternoon
Tell the rest
That I said...
Whatever’s best
Off the head
As much for now
I’ll try so hard,
To stay low somehow,
Till then, regards