Naked on Cashmere

She took stampsfrom the drawer in the kitchenher father saw but didn’t saythey droveand she watched out the windowfingering them carefullyin her pockettogether they climbed the grassy hillup to the acorn treestopping at a rockperfectly carvedwith a woman’s name—for a long timeand a careful timeshe looked and thoughtbut never cried.“Papa?”she finally said,“How many stampsdoes it take to reach heaven?”“One will do,my love—“And so,she put one stamp onand placed one insideand left the letterby her mother’s side.xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com Other poems read today:“Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe“Love” by Pablo Neruda“When Great Trees Fall” by Maya Angelou