Luke Whitington: Message with no address

Message with no address For Louise Gluck Like a letter opened Years later, the poem read Like a forgotten confidence, words blurred and faded From a friend you knew for a while   From a friend across the border of another life— Her voice is audible Through softening light Tinkling amongst the whispering of leaves   It must be winter there, you surmise Were these messages that waited for an answer Or echoes murmuring after an ending The real endings like leaves suspended around her head.   The stars shine down gilding the midnight grass Can I hear silence and…

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