On The Way To The Post Once More 2007

                 On The Way To The Post Once More

On the way to the post

I think my best.

I watch my steps or smell the air,

Or watch the air

Go in and out

Somewhere

In nostrils right and left

In places subtly felt.

Or watch a phrase pop up

Snatch, catching it and scribbling

On the outskirts of my brain,

Not trusting to my memory

But scribbling it again, again,

A singsong pastime just to pick up mail

That’s unavailable

To those who live in town.

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On The Way to The Post Once More 07.6.4

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