Three Miesian boxes form an open plan on a plaza that takes up a city block
You'll see me circumventing the orange Calder as I'm rushing to my empty P.O. box
Hoping that a letter's found its way, a word from you that might explain why baby wore his walking shoes.
I put your postcard on my refrigerator so that I can read it each and every day. While I'm having coffee, I flip it over to decipher all those things you didn't say.
A friendly salutation makes me wonder. Is the message more than the eye can see?
Or is there nothing more for me?
Have I Jinxed myself out of your life for what has to be the umpteenth time?
I've used up every definition from my lexicon of excuses.
The reconstruction, the total overhaul, on the face you see before you here today, is now the face of one post-baby, post-crazy, post-care, but still the face of one who often blunders.
Should wonders ever cease, I'll manage to really botch up this one, mess up this one.
You'll see me circumventing the orange Calder as I'm rushing to my empty P.O. box
Hoping that a letter's found its way, a word from you that might explain why baby wore his walking shoes.
I put your postcard on my refrigerator so that I can read it each and every day. While I'm having coffee, I flip it over to decipher all those things you didn't say.
A friendly salutation makes me wonder. Is the message more than the eye can see?
Or is there nothing more for me?
Have I Jinxed myself out of your life for what has to be the umpteenth time?
I've used up every definition from my lexicon of excuses.
The reconstruction, the total overhaul, on the face you see before you here today, is now the face of one post-baby, post-crazy, post-care, but still the face of one who often blunders.
Should wonders ever cease, I'll manage to really botch up this one, mess up this one.