A Day At The Post Office


A wonderless hap
A small dog in her lap
The dish filled with butter
is no replacement for a loving mother.
The phone filled with ads
A home swarming cats
A tiger, a leper,
An old man in a swing.
The fiery linguine
A cat in some jam
A purple postada
A 1 carat ring
So shiny, yet old
So smooth, yet so far
Whatever she wishes
She can get there
She hasn’t a car.


About Miranda S. Wrightz

I breath one breath at a time, like a normal mermaid.

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