Poem for her 210

Dear Readers,



Pony Express

No we didn't slip back to those times just yet
But it sometimes feels that way when
...letters take a few days to send
...Phones don't work in the odd regions
...Snowed in and the power is out so
...we send out smoke signals lost in the wind
...we sit on a porch swing and chat with irises
...they tell us of a time before the pony express
...when people carried them on ships over oceans
...and they lived in soft downy sacks
...and now shine in the afternoon light
...telling us about the story
...before the pony express
...we sit and wonder how it could be that the
...Flowers know so much
...then wink at each other and hold hands
...thinking of new stories to tell
...her grandkids about next time we see them
...stories of the green can of paint
...the table cloth
...and the slow days of hard to get email
...days only form from the slow ticks of the sun dial


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.