Letter from Home 

Anne Jordan

December 28, 2022


Dear Aaron,

How dear to see your handwritten note;

I see you there, somewhere, pen in hand.

Here the February sun has attracted

Cedar Waxwings who face it quietly

save for their plaintive whistles.

I watch them through Billy’s bedroom window.

You’ll want to know, Pflugerville

fired their football coach last week.

Love, Mother  


Anne Jordan lives with Milton in Georgetown, Texas, where she ruminates on 20th-century American composers and poets laureate.


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