a mother’s whisper
the sad letters of empty pages
sit with me and my daily wages,
mother whispers from miles of hue:
back home my son they look for you
on window sills where hang the stars
that pluck the notes from your guitar,
are you this coffee memory
across the table, across the sea?
the frogs and turtles have come to pass
to sing the chorus of the grass,
to drown in rain of lines unwritten
to wait for you pick up the pen,
to write your blank letters on sad edges
to read with me the sky’s pages
© said sadain, jr. 2018
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