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Addressing Morty, the speaker says that seeing the addressee has changed the world and his ability to write poetry.

The speaker says wonder drips from him and that his mouth is tight. The unresolved final word limits any claim about the refusal in the closing line.

Headed 'Morty', the page is a short address in which the speaker says 'My mind never sliped to beauty / Since I saw you,', that 'The world has changed' and 'I am not good as a poet now'. It closes 'Wonder drips from me / My mouth though tight / Can never be a slave', though the last word is hard to read on the scan.

The piece sets a loss of poetic control against an overflow of wonder, as if meeting the person addressed both unsettles the craft and floods the speaker with feeling. Written on company letterhead in short unpunctuated lines, it reads like a quick private note rather than a finished poem.