From a Letter to an Editor

Dear Poet-Friend:

My poem is lost, or forgotten,

Or worse yet, not ‘noticed!’

A name haunts me—a child born

And gone…., where?

The candle is lit—every night—

Sending forth its faint search line

Through cold glass

Into that mysterious lost land

Of where?

And I call:

(silently and secretly for the

name is dear to me alone)

“If no one wants you now,

I hope they’ll send you home to me.”

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