writing letters

it's a book

of letters that i open and dive

into,

sometimes i turn to

the middle,

sometimes near the end

but rarely

in order

starting with page one.

it's an intimate conversation

with someone

i used to read.

his short stories and novels.

the trilogy

of Rabbit.

i'm so glad these letters

were saved.

some to his wife, others to

a mistress,

his editors

and friends, his children,

his doctor

at the end.

it was a different

time back then,

pen onto paper, elbows

to the desk.

a light clicked on

in winter's shade.

it was a golden age.