Postcard

DH emailed me and

Dear Pied-beauty, Apple bound and climbing,
I left you a husband in the next spring rain...
My old freind then was Timid, smiling, unafraid;
I tore Arachne's web and tossed my ring away.
An image of the sun and moon as one
Stuck my vison, held my eye, and made me say
Bondage is condition, Discipline: a way.
Something pushes a wheel to a walk to a run.

I have seen pages Jeweled like ocean waves
in raked sunlight with the names of good friends


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