Love that Postcards Lack

In sympathy I write this letter with my right eye closed.

My left eye is weak, unfocused and somehow misaligned.

For a while in second grade I wore a patch on my right eye

but it was too late. I need landscaping advice. The pros are

outside hours and knee-dirt. The cons are a commitment

to Connecticut, guilty time of unspent elsewheres.

Many apologies for last weekend’s mishap, I must train

to write 1) faster and 2) softer. The promise to see you

with my keen right eye, I will make happen. In the

meantime, I will be on this roof, unsteady foot, sunlit.