Words
Outsider Hippie Art
(c) Singleton 2006
Peace.
Love.
You will never hear,
never read,
never imagine.
Tucked safely here
In a found envelope
Addressed to no one.
"Send me words" you used to say...and I did...
morning bouquets of peace and love and startling relevations... that rocked your world...
but you didn't protect them. Guard them like your virginity. And now they are spoiled. And so what's left, for the postman to deliver
is just a stack
of
empty envelopes
Pen and colored markers on a roadtrip envelope
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