It is cold where I am and I tell you this
not because it is significant or because
I care if it changes.
What are your thoughts on the weather?
Do you know what it thinks about you?
I hope this gets there--
someone told me that letters
get swallowed sometimes, at the equator, and it worries me
that maybe these two years you have been
I was going to write you a poem today but I cut out
a forecast from yesterday's paper instead.
The picture in the ad beneath it
was of a hurricane.
I hope you like it.
I am dying of heat and wondering,
are you too?
I hope your days are good and there is not too much rain.