Dear Ruby

Dear Ruby,

  I write these, sometimes, because I know an occasional letter from the past is very welcome.  My old poetry, mostly, those slices of would-be-brilliance, shines like crap on a morning lawn, but an occasional diary entry from the past, a reminder of that person I once was, that stranger that made so many decisions I live with today, is a nugget in the dark, so to speak.  Love you, baby.