The Mail Box
it leans nailed to an old cedar post
sanded by the desert wind
U.S.MAIL on it's dented side.
a black mouth
where the door used to be
offers precious relief
from a white hot sun
something sleeps in this dark place
coiled and still, filling the space
suddenly disturbed
by a rusty gate
it waits to deliver
the mailmans fate
Copyright © Ronnie Van Sweringen | Year Posted 2006
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