The post van trails bills
Jettisons dreams
Purring
Homing in
In red
Ink moves like blood in water
Beautiful
Or Orion’s belt
A cloud of
Atoms bursting into life
Recycling
Heavy metals into precious worlds
While I open
letters
Infinitely petty
Paper
Printed with too many little words
Humdrum
REMINDER: (do not forget
The universe
Or that we are made of stars)
In bold
So you can see
What it is you have to do.
The post van comes again
Combusting more loudly
Than suns
The rush of planets
On their daily rounds
Lost.
Inside the meadow
I hide.
Become a
Sway
To dance with
Bees
And butterflies.
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