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Mailing
Had an idea an idea I had sitting there
on the mailbox - legs swinging had an
idea - holding an old book broke spine
safe in both hands-tight - had an idea -
sitting there on the mailbox - toasting
my behind in the summer sunlight -
Had an idea sitting there on the mail-
box - no-where, no-way, to walk, no-
where to wander - nowhere here - no
else-Where?-Sitting there on the mail-
box - that book warm in hands mine -
had an idea bigger than all in records -
of time - fold myself to a single page -
words of my soul dancing as I slip to
the soft dark engage in the tumble of
soft slips of whirling words - and wait
to mail my own self to wherever I am
meant to be
delivered
