64. POSTAL RESPONSE IN RETURN

POSTAL RESPONSE IN RETURN
The same quandary as you.
In this field of endeavor we wonder.
Does the fire anneal the effort, or will we be,
once more, stranded at our own forges?
A few bushels of red apples.
The corks from a hundred bottles.
The wandering hiker; a motorist in distress.
I once sent a letter to someone, telling them
of the dawn I'd witnessed. They sent a postcard
back, from Albuquerque or Tulsa or somewhere,
stating simply 'I thought your confusion was
easy to sense. You should look for better clues.'
A few bushels emptied of apples.
A hundred bottles without corks.
The very same quandary as you.