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The Postman

Yes, he told me,

the postman did,

about the rain

and getting wet

and the letters kept dry

in a big, grey mailbag

and I offered him

some soup,

a biscuit saved

at breakfast

and my early morning

paper;

not much, mind you,

a token gesture

of gratitude

for the time,

also when it poured,

he’d brought me

your final letter,

one not lucky enough

to make it unscathed

from the onslaught of clouds

or was it

my tears on hand on envelope

in sensing a dry goodbye?




Andreas Gripp

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