Some write about what they see

And yet others write about them

Some write as if it is merely words

Only type

Only l e t t e r a f t e r l e t t e r

But rest assured as well as you can

I feel these letters like kin

Like children

Released in old age

Through rheumy poets eyes

Like an aging parent

I realize now,

Near the end of the poem

I never even asked their

names