shapeshifting
archaeologists we are
digging for relics
candles long since burnt
sandy lanterns dry
illuminated faces now
blue hazed
stinging optic nerves
chins down
words lost
faces blankly fading
fragmented we correspond
modern day telegrams
beep beep FULL STOP what? beep beep
goodbye.
curly thoughts and swoops
elegant handwriting
only Grandma still does
drawers of pens
wrinkled hands
the only way she knows
stories and words
missing and memories
hours in quietude
squirrels in trees
sipping tea
the old radio plays
"Do do that voodoo that you do so well..."
thoughtful and patient
my eyes water
just to think
of
loving like that.