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.