poem postal # 1
I can understand perfectly those
postal folk, discovered years later
with bathtubs full of undelivered
envelopes it got too much hopeless
they couldn’t cope simply threw in
the towel now me I can fill a tub in
a week with mail that arrives daily
hefty bundles needing rubber bands
every heartbreak cause every frantic
politician plus bills ads events to come
catalogues (screech of delight if ever
a personal letter! you can’t miss one
of those rarities so you need to look
at them all) some mass mailings have
an actual forever stamp enclosed or
two pennies even a dime I know all
their tricks don’t get me wrong if it
weren’t for this voluminous volume
they might eliminate the post office
altogether it’s a frequent threat and
none of us want that to happen do we
©2017 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Jun 1-7, 2017.
