a curious communication...

'Dear...'
Francesco wrote
this only word
with a lot of thought...
and then his pen he dropped
into an ocean...
and felt how
blue his mind had turned
for her...
Isabella...
so away...
so far...

he picked up again
his mind going scattered by the beeps
of lab equipments...

'after a long gap
thinking to write to you
How are you?'

writing these he stopped...
through the open casement
evening sky luminous came
as if he was in a dream
and the laboratory changed into sea green hue
he thought he had seen her catching night's unfallen dew
on her lids of eyes...
he thought he should send wishes to his Calfornia sky...

so he whispered...
'how are you?'
he whispered as if he prayed
for an answer unsaid...

and he closed his eyes...

his wishes he with the evening sky tied...

just then he thought he heard a reply...
'i am with you...
you just do your work...
come stai?'

he thought he heard it right...
and
on the paper with his ink black and glistening
he thought of writing long...
he thought his evening invoked a song...
'i am fine...'
he wrote...

'i am good...'
he wrote next...

'i am the holiest...'
he wrote the penultimate...

'for you are with me...'
he wrote the last...

meanwhile...
time had usually taken a walk...
the evening had turned into night...

and the query sent through the angels of sky
reached the shore of the city...
where Isabella was from sleep waking up...

she found the newspaper boy had left the daily at her door...
and the front page was illustrous...
Last night according to a special report
the eastern sky of California had a strange bluish color...
long after midnight...

Seeing the report
she ...Isabella still in trance...
thought of Frances
and thought...
'how is he?
sleeping in his laboratory?'