Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

As If Perfumes

you sift through letters
as if perfumes
some delicately scented
others with ugly odors
hold-your-nose ugly
making you rush away
into sunlight
to scrub and polish
your alphabet

such a tiny scrap of victory
your luminous letters
but you stretch and rise
in their afterglow
and the one on the cross
holds open arms
wanting to hug you
with that T in thanks
for your wits
when you soar to someone’s smile


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Prompt: a letter