Nothing needed to be said
from so far off
thoughts found themselves glued together
the corner of one disappears
behind the bottom of another
if you could turn it inside out
something might be revealed
but why look?
words you will never find
they creep up on you and attack
dispelling their claws? never easy
it hurts
better to let them fester awhile
and dig up new visions
they can always be mailed away
in a letter
some other day
(collage by Andrew Maples, sent from a farm in Germany)
