August 17, 2005

Dead Drop

I wrote you a letter, dropped it in the box.
The weeks piled up and so did the letters,
dead leaves in a ditch.

I expected you'd come to collect the intelligence.
It was inevitable you'd come. But
then the box was full.

Come collect these notes I've made you.
Empty the box. Don't leave
these leaves to rot.


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