Brave because I say what must be said.

You do not see that I fear it too -

that awful rejection; it could catch me easily on its spike,

I send  you these photographs (listed by number and title) and hope that some of them transmit and are in-line with what you seek at the moment. It's funny; in putting the list together I found in there all words that together formed a kind of poem when strung together. In any event, enclosed please find the following photographs for your review. I look forward to seeing which you choose. In order they are:

What form did her fall take?

A single drop, or a thousand herky-jerky volts.

I can feel you palpable panic. See you then –

cocooning fast your solitude -

xylophanes titana , my dark butterfly

spinning, spinning, spinning,

August 14^th, 1:42 p.m.

Imagine then these two; this idyllic, pastoral summer

Des clous – not likely

j’ai le fou rire – I have the giggles

This auburn-haired minx of whom you now speak?

Delicate, fine-boned, petite – why we are not so different, except

I dream her bovine-brown eyes, watching me they wink, “I got him.”

to notice every minor detail.

For example, I can tell you the exact moment

our eyes locked during that first meeting –

that I was paying attention until your gaze caught on mine –

that exact same shade of marbled green

instead the green left by the pond’s lifting geese

those graceful birds that break the spring settled pond-pollen glassine surface;

My head must be of foil! A make-shift antenna.

I tune in the channel, emerge blonded and glistening.

It is as if you had plucked them from the cerulean blue night

and left the world barren of light and caught in hand,

which as you placed into mine and opened,

For one half-tick, I thought you had forgotten; really.

That his presence had changed everything.

You answer in riddles.

An oracle, Delphic.

I can see you on your three-legged tripod, Parnassus ,

in a cloud of smoke with your laurel at your side.