by Frederick Wilbur
Dear Justice Roberts, honorable by name,
here is a friendly note from the public-
at-large though the message is but one:
if you have even a whereas of shame
it would be wise, indeed, politic,
to share some with colleagues who have none.
Frederick Wilbur is a writer and architectural woodcarver living in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. His poetry collections are As Pus Floats the Splinter Out and Conjugation of Perhaps. He was awarded the Midwest Quarterly’s Stephen Meats Poetry Prize. He is poetry co-editor and blogger for Streetlight Magazine.