I never thought to ask
why I was born in November.
A friend told me to count the months
backwards to Valentines day.
A Hallmark created holiday
vanished my parents’ mid-life divorce.
So that is why my first four months lived
felt winter’s frost daily.
And why I live the paradox of being
a desert animal that wears the sign of water.
copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney
Thank you for your letter
hand written on a card
with a photo of a goldfinch on the front,
written in your signature sepia ink.
You wrote your letter
on three of the four possible sides.
You had a dot-dot-dot
over the credits and copyright information.
I expect there is a second card
in the postal system somewhere
with more of your sentences
and a few pithy sayings from Bartlett’s.
This leaves me guessing
if you continued with birds
or shifted to Hieronymus Bosch’s
Garden of Earthly Delights.
Or maybe you had a left over birthday card
with a little mouse holding colorful balloons
and you taped a stick of gum inside it
like you did last November.
copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney