a parcel









For the many small packages
and the stamped labels for everything,
for the lovely smell of soap
even before I opened the envelope,
for cloth which looks as though
you've just finished doodling on it,
for the address, which read Mrs. Elizabth Derksen,
for the funny, tiny books,
for the chalk with which
I will make sketched and hairsprayed pictures
to hang over my desk,
and birthday greetings on the sidewalk,
for celebrating our marriage,
as illegal as it is,
for the evidence of
your talent, skill, and joyful spirit -
thank you, my friend,
from the bottom of my heart.
I cried a bit when I opened it.