I had an imaginary conversation
With a teacher
I let the conversation boil
And took it off the stove
To cool down
I saw I do not need this food
Any more
My soup is ready
Between the milky-way
And Andromeda
I wrote a letter this morning
And forgot to send it
The small waves
On the surface of the ocean
Carried the message for me
As far as it was needed
My friends are listening
Everywhere
They smiled
They flip flopped
They sent the message back to me
With the wind
Next time when I write
I’ll take the letter out myself
And put it carefully
In my own mailbox.
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