·᧤ • ᧮ • · i deliver the mail · • ᧮ • ᧴·

· ᧮ ·

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i  deliver the mail

i  suppose it’s simpler now than in the days of  the Pony Express
though i  do love horses (but, unfortunately,  i’m allergic)

it’s definitely faster to have a large bank of  boxes all in one location
so that i  don’t have to go to each and every apartment
especially when they’re spread out to hell and back
(at least they’ve always had a row of  boxes on the ground floor
in buildings with walk-up apartments)
(but have you ever considered how many keys i have to keep straight?)

i  love the streets where the homeowners are legally required
to have mailboxes on posts at the edge of  the curb
so that i don’t even have to turn off  my truck
(unless there’s a package that’s too large for the box)
(boxes get delivered by BigBrown & FedEx more often than not these days)

i  do have to get out of  my truck and walk a few feet at the McMansions,
press a button and wait till a guard shows up to take the mail through the bars
(for they certainly don’t want to open their  heavy,  electrified gates to let me in)
(the rich won’t stand for boxes on posts and they don’t have curbs or sidewalks)

high-rise office buildings are a pain in the butt
because i need a dolly to take the crates overflowing with mail
to each and every fucking suite where the receptionists want to chat
(businesses don’t tip as well at Christmas nowadays as they did pre-George W)

(i’m lucky not to have any old buildings without elevators on my route)

there is one,  and only one,  exception to all the rules
at the verging-on-decrepit house near the top of  Thorn Hill
i  walk through the archway in  the iron fence and up the steps to the veranda
where i  slip the mail through the old brass slot in the door
…..usually addressed to “resident”  or  “occupant”
(because i simply can’t bear the thought of  the loneliness and disappointment
that would surely befall the beautiful woman,
watching for me out the window from behind the antique lace curtain,
if  no mail arrived at all)

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• ᧮ •

• ᧮ •

i  stand by my window
every day by noon
anticipation sets my body quivering
i  know she thinks i  await a letter
perhaps from a lover long past
if  only i  had the courage to let her know
the only thing i  await is her

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·• ᧮ •·

• ᧮ •


“The Letter”    Joe Cocker

image ~ via suicideblonde  { fair use }

this is my submission to  ~

Fireblossom Friday.  Postmark:  Poetry!      at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:    Write a poem that includes a letter, or stamps, or a mailbox, or a mail person.

thank you for the FABulous prompt, Fireblossom!

NaPoWriMo,  or National Poetry Writing Month,  is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.  { i’ve managed at least one post a day,  but missed a couple of  days poems,  darn it! }

have you entered the

BIG POETRY GIVEAWAY?

just click  HERE  to go to the giveaway post ~  you’ll get all of  the information about what books are being given away and how to enter.
{ two books were written by Fireblossom herself! }

thanks  for  joining  in!

dani

*the giveaway closes at midnight  (12:00am)  Pacific Standard Time USA on the night of  April 30/May 1,  2014.

“The Letter”    Joe Cocker

lyrics ~

Give me a ticket for an airplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
Oh, the lonely days are gone..I’m coming home
Well, my baby she wrote me a letter

I don’t care how much I’ve got to spend
I will find my way back home again
Oh the lonely days are gone…I’m coming home
Well, my baby she wrote me a letter

She wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen to me Mister don’t you here me ravin’
For my baby once more…Anyway

I don’t care how much I’ve got to spend
I will find my way back home again
Oh the lonely days are gone…I’m coming home
My baby wrote me a letter

Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen to me Mister don’t you here me ravin’
For my baby once more…Anyway

Give me a ticket for an airplane
I ain’t got time to take no fast train
The lonely days are gone..I’m coming home
Well, my baby wrote me a letter

My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter

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