Postcard Poem by Mark Heathcote

Postcard



Loving you, it's much like
waiting for a postcard
it's quite unsportsmanlike
ah, nothing to safeguard
except for some avant-garde
leopard skin, leotard
a postcard from heaven
you wait a lifetime for
so long you feel chasten
neglected deep down to the core
written on it one word.
illegible (Sorries) blurred
from-a-hybrid, little bird.

Sunday, January 24, 2016
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