With grateful acknowledgment to Elizabeth Bishop's poem "Letter to N.Y."

85th Letter

I wish you'd describe the baristas

(in cyber-mail or hand-penned letter)

of Stone Creek and of Rochambo,

the Wifi'd customers in suit, in sweater,

casual as friends, or stiff as barristers.


I wish you'd give me Wisconsin's

robins, bluejays, birds of fine feather!

I wish you'd sketch in freshest phrases

your spot in the square where sparrows gather

for crumbs and contentious discussions.


I wish you'd send me petals as they emerge:

daffodil, crocus, tulip, hydrangea,

forsythia and leaves on the verge

of their greenest growing.

I wish you'd tell me how your brother's doing!


Let me see the mirror and rail

of your dance class, the swivelly chair

of your office in the twelve-story tower.

Share sandwiches from your lunch hour,

San Pellegrino or ginger ale.


Write to me as the sly stars wink

or when the sun yawns, half awake:

Invite me, please! into your Milwaukee;

let me join you for a cup of coffee

at Rochambo or at Stone Creek.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-05 at 02:38

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nicely written.

Vivid details with vivid litanies. I love your use of epistle form.