the post office closed at 4:58 today.
i was standing on the other side,
holding two envelopes
when he locked the door.
there was a woman there beside me.
she shoved her parcel
up against the window
rattling the door and Fuck!
yeah, I thought- Fuck!-
then turned and walked up 3rd street
writing a melody. words came out-
it feels good when i sing.
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