1987

ti's come to this. This time in villanelle (loosely): I have not heard from you My eyes are wet and droopy I am sad, have no news There is no word of kudos No births, no weddings, no trips to zoos I have not heard from you I send out a party in canoes Went to the post, cyberspace I am sad, have no news Maybe the news is in my head I try to remember what you said I have not heard from you I leave my house, go to the club And listen to the blues, remembering I am sad, because I have no news This poem is a pathetic Attempt to make you write I am sad, I have no news I have not heard from you

Actually, yours truly got a job in N.Y.C., and will be moving there this fall. I'll pass on a new address in a few months.

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