V. This time, an eternity of inbetweens me and you. We don't talk don't communicate (I forget who you were, who you are - a doll, nothing else.) You write no cards send no letters. I attempted to contact you, but my mail was returned red stamp block across white rectangle border -as impersonal and undividual as a molecule H2 in the Pacific- my singular letter, cascaded along with herds of millions, billions, just like it, sent cross country and back for you were sighted in Montana (a state as non-existent as you are) a limp doll being carried by the dustwind along the black stick tar and dividing yellow tape of I-90. my camp friend, driving home from the movie "Old Eagle Eye" we deemed him 20/20 vision telescopic bifocals and he hated the nameÖ "Old Eagle Eye" driving home from the movie sharp eyed spot eyed picked the poet spied the doll that had somewhat recently evaporated from life.
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