reading-tea-leaves-dp2-22-12Dear you
If I sent my heart in a box
one of two things would occur
maybe you would not read it
imagining it paper and ink
crumple it up into a crane
and let it fly away
or you may
devour every word
looking for errors and sidelines
we share the same let-down hope
inhabit each others fears a little
too much
maybe that it why you had
to put gun powder in my tea
light the fuse
and burn me up
before you read the leaves