Morning’s stillness parted
By jingling bells
Not sleigh, but mailmen
Mail carriers
Mail persons
Unloading sacks from vans and trucks
Loading up cars to deliver
Unwanted fliers and circulars
Bills with past due reminders
I listen from my bed
Dreams cut short
No longer in my high school
In my underwear
Fighting dragons with my Geo Prism
Now awake and aware
As the plain clothes post officers depart
To fulfill their weekdaily chore
I wish that I’d closed my window
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Nor Dark of Night
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