Dear Joanne

by Lew Welch


Dear Joanne,

Last night Magda dreamed that she,
you, Jack, and I were driving around
Italy.
 
We parked in Florence and left
our dog to guard the car.
 
She was worried because he
doesn't understand Italian.

Comments

damshill666 said…
comical yet sincere.

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