Dear Joanne

by Lew Welch

Dear Joanne,

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


Unknown said…
comical yet sincere.

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