Letter To My Future
Amb Ruby Meraki Oenomel/Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Canada
Back in old hands the shuttle chugs in chimneys
If no tomorrow assures my graft stems
The steam of pens and quills shoot bars
My dear future is it a pound or carrot cake
I wish to let you rake year 101 in inches
The flinch didn’t fly taps running dry glue
Walls upon pacing coins and faces masked
To protect or preserve on pads and oars
Would you let me peek into 2040 or stumble?
Underground parks and horizons red faith
Perhaps its ti.e to curl precipices past practice
Practical sheaths captures conditioned with you
Splicing silicon with tags labels level triangles
Will ice age mammoth dinosaurs again?
Reason squared see, critters perhaps now
Will Venus lure Pluto into orbit exigencies to
Herald myths I, or will ponds stage fantasies
Past sci-fi sniffi g ballparks thirteen will chase seven!
Dear future do you wonder, chew, embrace as
Cooked delight stirs steeped strips with syrups?
Will spas ue update saltd uprisings giving way
to farms that would tear DJ’s?
I would still love sandalwood springs hot and sprays
I hope you will give me chance to read
