a tiny square photo of a mountain
is thumb-tacked to the wall
I remove the card
flip it over and read
"We are following our bliss
Everything here is beautiful,
and it seems to me Montana is a leg"
Replacing it I write
with no pen or paper
My grandfather worked with his entire body
My father worked with his hands
I work with the tips of my fingers
Will our children leave their bodies behind?
I have a secret
ReplyDeleteI want to tell
Yet I cannot bear
To tell it.
So I write it
On this card
And send it out
To PostSecret.