Grey Goddess

by Diane Wakoski

     thinking of Patricia Waters
     in St. Augustine

With Minerva’s eyes of corrugated knowing
she wraps us in hand made envelopes
of paste paper. We calligraph
our own Valencia mouthed answers,
sip letters thru glasses of Pinot Grigio. We
idlers, we
postulants, accepting
strange epistolary wafers,
poetry melting on our tongues.