Monday, November 7, 2011

4:55 on Main Street

As I turn to leave
I notice
four doors
with no stoops
they hover
four feet off the ground
just waiting to retire
old electricity wire
frozen on the
grey stucco

aisles are dark
ice is gold
from the tired
street lamp glow

Two men yell at each other
on the road

I rush in snow
with your parcel in my hands
hoping to get to the post office
before close

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