A Time for You
& A Time for ME
A letter drops behind your door.
Now you bend down & pick it up.
Now you rip it open.
You sit down crunching crisps,
move your jaws up & down.
You read what is inside.
You're calm, heavy with mood.
There is a dimple on your cheek.
I watch you hold it in your hands.
The way your eyes lazy about,
take focus at the dog that folds
herself by the table.
If you have any comments on this poem, Emmanuel Jakpa would be
pleased to hear them.