I drew you a picture
in colored sand
and let the wind blow it away.
I hope it landed at your feet
and that you could still make out the traces
of what was meant to have been.
I sent you a message in puffs of smoke
that mingled with the clouds
that rained on your sunny weekend afternoon.
I hope you’ll forgive the intrusion,
my intentions were good,
and you might’ve gotten sunburned anyway.
I mixed the remnants
of the Easter egg dye
and froze it just for you.
I wrapped it in silk
and imagined a rainbow
pulled out of the brackish gray.
I sent you a gift by parcel post,
a brocade vest with fringe of goldenrod,
bound up in a jolly red bow.
And though I forgot to address it,
I know you’ll get it soon.
… but tell me if you don’t.
— ptkh 04.18.10