August 5th, 2008

poetry, exceptindreams

262: Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter

“Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter”
Robert Bly

It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted.
The only things moving are swirls of snow.
As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.
There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.
Driving around, I will waste more time.

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