Correspondence with My Brother
Amy is in the dining room
Writing a letter to a friend
Dark hair falling around the paper.
She does not move
Except for her hand
While I range between
Refrigerator and stove and table
In the kitchen
Preparing dinner.
She is composing her life.
I am glad, Ron, that I have you to write to
Since we don’t see each other enough
And don’t have much of a chance to talk.
Our lives are so busy and
Without someone to write to
I am not myself.
To be myself
I thought I needed to read
But this summer I read nothing
And it made no difference
But I do need to write
And I need to write to you.
Amy is in the dining room
Writing to her friend.
I am in the kitchen
Washing potatoes and
Writing this in my head
To you.
We are composing our lives.
–Dan Verner
Biscuit City 