My Opened Letters

 

You bring me our letters

That have already been opened

Taped upon the back

And glued in the corners

You come smiling

As if you are our friend

And then you hand me my letter

You know what my mother has written

And you say nothing but sweet words

And you expect me to play your game

And you give me no chance to win

 

 

 

by Hugh M. Lewis

The Great Wall

Poesy From China

1998-9


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