Poem #22: the inner room (goodbye)

April 27, 2021

I am no longer writing poems about the post office.

On fallen petals, what your mind gets up to if left un-distracted, and the return--at long last-- of the future.

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My brother is a letter carrier for the United States Post Office. Every day, he walks around and puts mail into slots on people's houses. He also writes poetry.

Post Office Poems is a series of short meditations on existing in your body in the real world, the joys and tragedies of bureaucracy, and The Mail.

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