Ink bleeds blue on yellowed card
Rain writes verses on the yard
Altos hum what words forgot
Porch boards hold the heavy thought
Postcard keeps its vigil tight
Flash and thunder claim the night
Wood remembers every hand
Ink holds fast what storm has planned
Stamp corner bent by time and rain
Message blurred but love remains
Choir breath in splintered grain
Harmonies refuse to wane
Lightning etches temporary maps
On the rail the postcard claps
Soprano drops to alto range
Thunder sings the strange exchange
Postcard keeps its vigil tight
Flash and thunder claim the night
Wood remembers every hand
Ink holds fast what storm has planned
Envelope long gone to dust
Address faded trust to trust
Paper thins but fibers hold
Stories that are never old
Two voices on one splintered stage
Writing history on the page
Morning finds the postcard dry
Ink still legible clear and high
Altos rest on porch swing slats
Hymns return where lightning sat
Postcard keeps its vigil tight
Flash and thunder claim the night
Wood remembers every hand
Ink holds fast what storm has planned
Two voices where the hymns began
Thunder fades on wooden grain
Postcard waits for rain again
