The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Elisavietta Ritchie

Pierre Bonnard: The Letter

Had we but reams of time to fill

5000 barren pages with our love

turn clocks upside down

reset two pairs of hands—

who knows what clasps would snap

inside chronometers, springs uncoil—

what timeless tomes and times

we would create—