The perfect time to write
time slows that you could almost see
each flutter of a flies wing
200 from here due south
are you thinking of me my dear
just heard from someone its windy
the bellows that wave our towels
are they the same ones in your hair
covering your face as you stare north to me
did this very rustle in the tree travel
all the way rocking boats
it seems that you are a world away
yet a gadget draws you near
New times roman
and in the data you appear
I could see your lips whisper
as your finger tells me
what your heart tells you
I could picture you as you concentrate
on that screen small
i nod off with a smile from ear to ear
a thump in my heart that sooths
just like the toxins that paralyze
the needle a highway open
a race to the black tar pain