By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
LETTERS IN A BOTTLE
(to the poet)
On the isle
sitting by I
numbering each grain of sand
across the sea my muse
wrinkled smiling bemused
forgotten youth
Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?
gosh…
snap! I didn’t know I couldn’t!
(a hand caught in the cookie jar)
11.2019