The Postcard from Berlin

The postcard
From Berlin

It's corners
Are turning yellow
So is the image of the two ballerinas

And as I pin the card
Above my desk
The thought of you
Melts
First in my heart
Then in my eyes
And runs
Down my face

And yet
I am still
And forever
A struggling poet
For, the thought of you
Is the poem that
Escapes words
Always in the making
In my heart.


April 2, 2011
Houston