olympia, dear jim
a lazy hot summer day making mailart with my old
olympia, broken shift key, me stamping skeletons
on everything when suddenly i get the urge to tell you
i remember kansas, a dead old place called beto
junction, a bird dog, a bull bellowing atop a tall dung heap,
sputnik, my friend steve from art school who gave me my first
brautigan, how it moved me; i had no idea how it was done.
steve, diabetes, nearly blind now, I hear, and richard, gone,
gone, gone, jim. write.
About:
Theresa Williams have poems published or forthcoming in a number of magazines, including Gargoyle, Barnwood, PLR, Seems, The Prose Poem Project, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Contemporary Haibun 12, and many others.
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