To Whom It May Concern…with Love


Thank you.

Get well.

Thinking of you.

Will never forget.

Perhaps, a guileless covering of one’s own self-imposed regrets.


Like a forgotten cluster of acorns…

Someone’s pride, erratically displayed.

I am not above reproach.

A reckless diplomat with false integrity.

A wanton product of nature feeding on ‘thankful, it is not me.’…sincerity.


In retrospect during sun filled days.

A docile blanket of remorse covers me.


Attentiveness rolls in like a mysterious storm…

And, astutely, will not get out of my way.

How long has it been since I’ve said,

What I mean…

Mean what I say.



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