Hello Christina,
                This is an intriguing poem. I like the contrast between the precision of the description of the card and the vagueness of the identity of the sender...and their intentions. At least I read that part as undefined but I am wondering if I´ve missed a pointer somewhere. But the whole piece has a nice atmosphere. And that train must have been damned late if they were still waiting a year later.



Best wishes,   Mike




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        Valentine

        Who sent this copper envelope
        sealed with saliva, stamped Waterloo,
        04.22pm, addressed in black,
        smudged ink with a disguised hand?
        Hallmark, price code 50, a chess board
        of nine fuchsia and foil squares,
        five splashed hearts in boxes.
        It contains no message or love, no cross
        kisses or pressed forget-me-nots. It holds
        air: as full or empty as the sender
        who picked it in a snatched moment
        in transit at the station, waiting
        for the next connection or text message -
        still on the platform a year later.






        christina fletcher