Ask

I look around and ask each thing 
how many days will you give me

Circles of green leaf at the window
say there is no end, only
circumference

Outside, a chorus
of linked roots

2 Replies to “Ask”

1. There is no end, just circumference.
   Thank you.
   I have been reading your poems for years. Such a gift.

   And today’s poem. My days are ending soon. I am 73 with incurable cancer. My circumference has expanded beyond recognition.

   Huge thanks for you.

   Richard

   Reply

2. Dear Richard,

   Thank you for writing. I’m moved
   to know you find something
   in my words. May the days be
   round, without hard corners.

   Luisa

   Reply

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