DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, from the confused consciousness

three years ago today,
I knew three languages
& the existence of poetry
today ago today,
I know poetry
& some existence of languages

all when
someday
the day stumbled imploring
in
red
blue
& yellow
not even stalling

I never wrote
I just let it slip in note
her wrinkles mocked me in the wry
so all in all I wondered why
did she even plan?
is she an 'is' to begin with?

I see the end, it is coming
just like she said, just like her humming
like the swallow of the oceans
like the potato peel scattered in notion
patterns
darkening lanterns

the night stumbled imploring
in
red
blue
& yellow
not even eventually
the photos burnt
and I kept the leaves

                                                   -----ravenfeels