Saturday, August 01, 2009

Postcard Poetry: August 1

The Postman Likes

to scan funky postcards

the smell of stamps on a
sunny morning

to stomp on it first.

To keep things simple and dark.

To think of himself as quietly

to tell stories about jumbo
lump crab cake cookoffs

to go about his business the old-
fashioned way

three words: brown paper wrapper

to see you smile.

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