I originally posted the finished version of the poem I was working out in the photo above on Flickr. Then I lost my nerve and deleted it. And then I felt weak and stupid for losing my nerve. So I’m posting it here, for your entertainment and enjoyment (or judgment. whatever.). A letter to my grandmother, found in her desk. A Pantoum. I’m getting along as well as can be expected. It was such an awful shock to me. Charlie went so sudden. He had been feeling fine. It was such an awful shock to me. He went out that morning at 5:30 to sweep snow. He had been feeling fine. It was two above zero. He went out that morning at 5:30 to…