A Letter (Mineral)

And always there is a picture of you and her Coming home happy from a vacation on the seas And you looked like a sailor With a tattoo of an anchor on your arm Your hair greased back Face weathered by places and days I'd never seen Sometimes I read and reread The birthday card you sent me When I turned seven And I know that they will never shine The way it did that day When we threw paper airplanes at your head And sat on your knees laughing