It’s been a while since we’ve talked,
sat down on the porch swing for an hour or two, sipping iced tea and shooting the breeze.
You’re far away now, half a planet between us; ocean and mountains.
It’s just a little rain, send it over;
air mail doesn’t take up much space,
a parcel no larger than a breadbox.
(always with the breadbox)
Measuring out the right thing to say,
remembering all the previous ones-
dressing the message in a shawl of emotion
wrapped in a prepaid envelope.