For Diane

[Byron]

Ye of 'Little' faith
betwixt bookish tomes of lore
look up to diskus

Albert

phone: Pen-sylvania 575.

[Diane]

I almost lost this post of yours, too. One daren't even get some sleep these days, for fear that a gem will have slipped down the PaM list.

I hope your master and Mrs Byron have a wonderful candle-lit dinner tonight. Please tell them to be careful not to set fire to the table cloth, as I imagine you are flammable.

I am trying to figure out whether there is a cryptic message in your telephone number.

Thank you for your Little pome, dear Albert.

Diane

[Byron]

pen and haiku sylabubles, sulabibbles, sylibabels, thingies....numbers

time for rare old swedish fermented, long grain, unhomogenised, export standard honey.

[Diane]

Thank you for that clarification. But I mean I have been looking for a cryptic message in your actual telephone number, the one upon what I spoke to Mrs B.

Enjoy the honey, honey.

ps the penny drops. I've been haikued . 'Little' pome tres clever Albert. Have some more honey.

[Diane]

Dialling Alberta 575

Leonard's voice lies still
atop tomes of old until
discovery drops

surrendering joy,
proclaiming chance's best ploy:
I am your lesson

Find what you search for
at places-yet-undreamed's door
when you cease to look