I hesitate to write to you Since you told me That everything was crazy there Without disclosing any detail, Though I hope it’s nothing or only too much work.
I hope it isn’t disease or despair Or divorce or death, but even so Something more desolate or devastating May exist than I have been inclined to imagine. I lift a glass and say a prayer to being wrong about it all.
Current draft: 4/17/2010 Created on 4/10/2010 6:57 PM
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