Paper bags and pastry dough
Are your canvases
(Sometimes a hot cocktail dress)
The last time you came to Kona
Regrettably
I left before your reading
Missed the chance to take your photograph.
I was in a hurry to see someone
Who was not in a hurry to see me
And I’m sorry.
I feel like I should know you
Better than I do
After all these years
And I’m honored to be among those
You hold dear
But not deserving.
Let’s take advantage of this mild winter
Meet for coffee, a drink, words
Tell me your story
And I’ll tell you mine
I’ll take your photograph in black and white
On some dark street corner
And I’ll tuck it into my copy of 10 Letters
And tell people,
I knew you.
by Julie Blue 
Dear Julie,
If you listen
You’ll hear that silence
You know
The one that never ends
It exists somewhere
Between
A hummingbird’s wing
Fluttering
And
The flat silence
Of a boulder
In Moab
I’m not sure why
But that silence
Is comforting
Like watching
Turkey vultures
At Letchworth state Park
In late august
You breathe
When you watch them
Just breathe
Because
That’s all that
Matters.
Yes we should meet for coffee.
You name the time and place.
Sincerely,
Harold
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I’m getting to know that silence all too well, at times. Someday it will be comforting instead of haunting. Beautiful poem, Harold. Thank you.
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