Mail Lady

The van jolts its way into our street. She hops about in her animated cage from dashboard to counter adroitly cardsharping the world. To her is given a great dispensing, deftly she sorts the trivial from the eventful, flicks the lid of our mail boxes as dire epistles are bundled with the trite and the slight. Each mail box now bears witness that we are important enough to be persuaded, pursued and pestered. for she sorts and sends and we wait expectantly to discover if we are recorded within a printed letter, then wave as the little van chugs away on its rubber tread. even though those white envelopes may hint of trouble ahead.