My Letters, the Unsent Ones

Perhaps it's wasteful to write
on good paper with a fountain pen,
blotting lines to prevent smudges,
checking for spelling errors or
grammatical contortions, mindful
of legibility—but I envision you
reading the letter. If I asked a question
I imagine you thinking of your answer.
I don't save unsent letters.
Certain repetitions can't be helped,
each letter translates into a facsimile
of the one before. Today I'll write of
crocuses and daffodils, tale tellers of
the resurrection of  spring.



PAD Challenge

Prompt: ..." take the phrase— My( blank), the (blank), —replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem."