postmarked

I wrote you a letter

and postmarked it

from London

scribbling your address

in the States

across pretty stationary

and inside I said our friendship

reminded me of the chip of a brick

on the corner of a building

broken

never to be fused again

but still so close to home

and I pictured summer

schoolhouses

vacant of children and teachers

left in heat and stagnation

ruminating about the arithmetic

and history

and it may be because I ruminate

about our history

the way it all added up

and divided

I envisioned this

but when I think of you

I feel the fall

wet orange and brown

my favorite season

©Julie Bolitho.“postmarked,” Poem. The Offbeat: Tell Me Everything. Michigan State University Press: Vol. 7 (Spring 2007), p. 96.

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