Sylvia sends me letters
    folded in the folds of the continuum --
she's outside of time now
    with her crystals and flames
that ring when you touch them.

Sylvia sends me letters saying
    "I was a secretary then,
but now I'm the secret.
    Please don't be sad about it
unless you have to be."

Syliva sends me letters --
    I'm in the Killarney Bar,
in downtown Manhattan --
    Every little thing, you know,
is a part of eternity.

copyright © 1998 Gordon Fitch