With grateful acknowledgment to Elizabeth Bishop's poem "Letter to N.Y."
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
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Written on 2019-04-05 at 02:38
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