Dear....
Dear…. In hand, soft flowing ribbon, Pinched between thumb and finger is this parchment, Between the hungry eyes and the giving of what’s written, Skimming one another as two streams that flow over and under juxtaposed in, This dithered correspondence while, The rapid foam spray of thoughts prevailing the spirit of its commission in, Vision fixed within imagination’s visage of what the minds eye may conjure, sincerely….