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Too much of my life is lived
on the backs of envelopes

Hoping, always, for some kind of meaning to emerge
from words strung together

but my strings, too often,
are like a small child threading beads - done with clumsy fingers,
and without enough foresight for the final, patternless product

also, like the child,
who cannot tie knots, and whose beads
invariably fall off and roll under the couch,
so my words suffer the same unnoticed fate.