The realization has just fallen: br Her birthday card to me has been br Hidden on my desk-that br Cluttered mess of books and stuff (count: I) - br And since last August I forgot br That it was there. br br [Over time, I oft overlook the opus words that br Make life more marvelous, less mundane.] br br Have I been too worried with myself? Does she mind br My mind still figuring, still learning stuff (count: II) ? br The craft card on my desktop counter br Sits still. It is opened, words re-read. br And 'til next August, br There it rests. br br As always, br Every word is a delight.