Irrevocable as a mailbox clanging shut

On that letter you never thought to send.

You’re ‘old school’, none of this texting

Business on you. Regular hand-written

Correspondence is the only modus deemed

To hold my news.

I have been told at least 139,000 times,

“I can’t read your handwriting!” but I write them anyway.

Stir things up with this mighty Wri-Tech Pen…

That this is now my mischief, my ‘bad girl’ self manifesting,

After this long life winking in & out of 3D reality

Learning to keep fences in repair

in any number of Dimensions –

I have a brilliance of my own wattage

I think only some, for now, are reading by this light.

I have touched those I know with all the romance

I have, that being my rare variety of good cheer.

10/16/26 carol b