SylviaSylvia 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