Dear You

Dear you, they say this
is an arbutus.
It looks like holly
& mistletoe, leaves.
It snowed today. It
snowed & it is cold.
Arbutus thrives in
Mediterranean
climates, tropical,
warm. It even burns
hot & long. So fierce,
it’s like it knows you.
So sending this is
very wrong, but feels
very right. Does it
need to make sense? Do we,
coming or going,
make sense? Do you need
to make sense, holding
such fire at your heart,
burning the laughter?
Here, now, let’s say no
or yes. Let’s say it
doesn’t make sense, none
of this, it doesn’t
need to. Okay. I’m
sending you love, me.
It’s all I have left.