I write to you again
with invisible ink
and pen. I write to
you again, steamy
words on the sky
behind me. I write
to you with hope,
wondering how
you’ll see it is
me in smoke
from the puffs
and intermittences.
I write just to
untangle time
from some late
night, to take
the words and by
the morning
give you,violets
in a garland.

RLB
02 20 2008