Dear Wigleaf,

This will be the last time you hear from me.

I bought two cheap Adirondack chairs for the front porch. Between them sits a small glass table, an ashtray, though I don't smoke. Being only one, I can only occupy one. The other chair stays empty. But this is not loneliness. I promise. Come January, another will be here from Kansas to fill it. We will be married in April. She is very lovely. A poet. She does not smoke either. She will ask, Why the ashtray? I will say, I don't know. I bought it in Barcelona at one of those little shops.

I am thinking of that Basho haiku. You know the one?

Warm regards from Tuscaloosa,


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