I found a letter in the car.
Erratic autumn postman stealthily left it.
As I pick it up,
Red, Orange, mixed envelope boasts of
Its beauty and eccentric idea of sender.
Sender?
It's not poetic to put name and address.
I'm already spinning it
In front of me with closing eyes
And guessing.
J? K? M? or... no, she can't be.
Rush to my room,
Make a new page on
My thick dictionary with it,
And i decide to send back my regards
In white envelopes
Soon or
Later.