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.