She liked her mail sorted,
gas tank brim topped,
and no questions asked
when you couldn’t spell
your own name.
Weather didn’t mean shit
when duty called… She was
summer toast and winter chilled.
She’d seen it all…Heard it all..
Felt the teeth…Fielded the complaints.
Fickle box expectations grew
in wings or horns…She was queen
of cut to the chase.
I miss the personal in impersonal,
a weak smile illuminating time constraint.
Change killed our mailbox meetings
and sent her down the street to
a metal condo to stuff tiny spaces
in a step clear and wait kind of way.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
Comments
And summer toast and winter chilled - absolutely gorgeous.
a weak smile illuminating time constraint."
my favourite lines, for the little tug of tension, in a supposedly relationship
Happy you dropped by to read mine Susie
much love...
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When I was delivering mail, I--and every carrier--had two greetings we absolutely hated. 1. "Hot enough for ya? Har har har!" and 2. "Cold enough for ya? Har har har!"
"You're late" was another unfavorite. More than once, I asked 'When was my appointment?" which always drew blank looks.
'She’d seen it all…Heard it all..
Felt the teeth…Fielded the complaints.
Fickle box expectations grew
in wings or horns…She was queen
of cut to the chase.'