High Tail Mail
Like a post card of silent reticence
screaming "I wish you were here!"
my words choke and sputter to babble accost
as soon as I find myself near
Your valor and dignity held to admire
Your voice is my muse and delight
Just stamp me, and mail me, in time to derail me,
in time to repudiate flight.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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