Spiral Bound

About 4 years later, I find my undated love
notes to the Universe
in a fat little notebook stuffed into
the passenger seat pocket of my car.

Written large, but without special presentation:
“I see how beautiful and kind you are.”
Thought I’d written it while communicating
at home with a sore throat, but the next page:
“Thanks for getting my umbrellas wet.”

Only two notes found as
I clean the car that I’ll sell before
another move out of state:

“I see how beautiful and kind you are.”
“Thanks for getting my umbrellas wet.”
For the Universe, for Kentucky, for the same place,
I write two more: “Thank you for
guiding me as I pack and unpack
umbrellas for days clear and overcast.”

And “Thank you
for the man who calls me his sunflower.”