PERSON Poem: Correspondence, by Paul Miller

Away for a while,
from the basic house I built
on the edge of a rolling valley,
a friend of mine, a poet,
asked to stay there
to write.

On a small table by the corner window,
I left a poem I’d been working on
about a man starting out in a new place.
In the final stanza,
he asks a local
what winters are like.

When I returned,
a note from Thomas was on the same table.
“Regarding that final stanza:
Everyone knows what winters are like.
What that man wants to know
is what winters there
are like.”

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