It was like all the universe' kindness <br />dispensed in my mailbox; <br />in typical days, it's just trash ads, <br />nagging bills, basic notices. <br /> <br />All of today's ecstasy, <br />expandable to a week <br />were all jammed in my mailbox; <br />and maybe forty-eight weeks <br /> <br />thereafter, <br />of standard anticipation, checking, <br />tearing, trashing.<br /><br />Melanie Agua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mail-2/
