If there was no internet
I would runningwrite you
a crescent moon with negligee.jpg
I’d fold it near the bottom
and I’d fold it near the top
into a little runningwritten
circle envelope.
Upon a piece of stretchie string
invisible but true
I would fly my runningwritten crescent moon
across the sky to you.
It would spill in through your window
and light upon your hair
with all my runningwritten love.jpg
for you.
Brad Fredericksen, Sydney, Australia
3 comments:
Thoroughly enjoyed this!
What a gorgeous singing poem.
Thank you muchly Gordon and Paul.
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