Dear Friends: Matthew Septimus and I made our millionth (23?) New Year’s card. I will send you an actual card if you email me your address.
Haven’t yet written new Days of Awe poems I am
even now in September not warm any more not summer
either I am even now although the word COVID is spoken
every single day I am even now optimistic that we will all
have days of awe and tomatoes and my grandmother’s kugel
or yours and we will after this after these long impossible months
we will take off our masks and hug one another again.