postmarked Highgrove House

the prince’s consort, to find favour
even in the antipodes, answers
every gesture of support, the nub
appearing to be actually typed
though perhaps offset printed in
the thousands, the greeting and the
closing graces
swirled and skirled in her own hand
the envelope and letter
framed in black and hung in the powder room
for every guest to admire
why not? I’d do the same
given the circumstances
I like something to read
while washing my hands of it