Postcards From Texas #3
by david moses fruchter
Date: Wed, 24 Jun 1998 23:12:35 -0500

one side of the postcard bears an impossibly clear picture of
the moon in the late afternoon sky.  somehow, on a 4 x 6 inch
piece of pulped, pressed wood and photographic chemistry, every
detail of the vast and pellucid lunar landscape is distinct.
the other side reads:

Every morning, a few grains of sand
are left over -- the few that didn’t get
used up making dreams.  These he carefully
removes from the corners of his eyes and
stores in a special pouch.  The day
the pouch is full, he takes it to the
Glass Man.

  Is there enough sand to make, say, a chandelier?
  No.

  Is there enough to make the figure of a girl,
  all in finest crystal?
  No.

There is only enough to make one
small thing:

   a pair of spectacles.