she wrote her notes in loopy scrawl
and left them floating on the dust;
i read a few, but breathed them all:
her florid style, much discussed

by handmaidens and men-of-means
by power-queens and pawns;
in rows and rows of pecan trees
across a thousand lawns

i asked her if she knew my themes,
and she responded thus:
send purple now by way of dreams –
we have much to
discuss