Letter to Katy up North              

The birds are busy with illusions.
Berries will support branches.
And all of our transportation hubs
will be tickle-free.

Oh, Katy
The world has grown into 
it’s own image… 
that of redundant message.

The birds are slacking off now,
the day has almost started.
But for you up there
a 25 year old letter of old wind
to begin your day.

There is no time that is present now.

A day with a promise, a hope really
that we will no longer dream
of one another.


by S. Keller