63 – LETTERS

Posted on February 8, 2014 by Ken Greenman

If reading your words on paper
wore off the ink
like sitting on shingles
while I’m roofing
wears holes in my pants,
the way my big toe
wears a hole in my sock
the way I walk
wears away the right side
of my left shoe,
Then you read and re-read
letters on my desk
would be fading pink paper,
reminders,
piles of brown leaves
along the outside of the house,
reminding me of tulips & daisies
growing there in profusion
last spring.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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