I received an apology
from an anthropologist –
I was top of his list
of people to apologise to.
The next on the list was a purple gnu,
whom the anthropologist did insist
just didn’t exist – but he did,
and so he’s received an apology, too.
The apologies themselves are beautifully written,
especially the one to the mosquito
that the anthropologist had inadvertently bitten;
I admit that his prose has left me quite smitten.
All in all, over a hundred apologetic letters
he wrote, some with quotes;
and, like a sad song on a piano
with black and white notes
in a minor key.
But, whilst he hand-wrote every second note,
he didn’t devote himself
to improving his ways –
he’ll be writing more apologies
in a couple of days.
I know all this
because I am friends with the purple gnu, the mosquito, too
we make a fine crew.