Moonless night sky
As I kiss you
Submerged in love
she wrote me a letter from a small
room near the Seine.
she said she was going to dancing
class, she got up, she said
at 5 o’clock in the morning
and typed poems
or painted
and when she felt like crying
she had a special bench
by the river.
Her books of Songs
would be out
in the Fall.
~Charles Bukowski, a letter from far