Distance Avails Not *

I like to correspond with the dead:
Tell Emily what it’s like to be
a woman alone
in a room 

in the 21st.
Ask Walt what he thinks
of the Brooklyn Bridge
127 years after 

the fact. The fact is
I can write to anyone.  I could
even choose to write
a letter 

to you who still breathe.

* from Walt Whitman’s “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”