In a gift for someone that I once knew-
A few moments wrapped
in crisp paper with string.
each one a mating of calm and called.
Intent on these penetrating emotions-
they are patterns of poetry from memories
underneath the neat taped corners.
They could be jumbled and incoherent,
but I prefer them pressed and bound
Holding the pieces
Notions of affection
convened for her disposal
will be mailed
in the morning.
A reworking of a poem that I first wrote in 2006.