my ballpoint long ago broke
before i could drop you this note
to see how you were feeling
and the things your heart was missing.
to see if the hyacinths ever bloomed
and if the honeysuckle burgeoned,
i'd like to know if that dove still rests,
beneath the daffodils, entombed.
to see you sun kissed,
stretched into the divine,
all my spirit to you i'd give, dear god -
and i'd keep you all enshrined.