we were seven
but two left early.
words were written on cards depicting
bears in the mountains,
the Pearl Street Mall,
bob cats and other things we love,
things that are threatened.
Old and new friendships,
illegible writing, some stilted,
some dreamy and some angy,
some addressed to mothers,
some to sons.
our dreams and hopes are written
tomorrow they will be carried away in a
our postman's cart
to be read by mothers and sons,
husbands and wives,
one family to another.