Fiery Mars Destructive Pluto

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

Last November

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