Lawrence Hall, HSG
An Envelope is its
Own Story
An envelope in the post office parking lot
A woman parks next to it, looks down, and sneers
And puffs and heaves her ponderousness inside
To dock at the counter and make demands
I rescue the envelope and note the name and address
Oh, yes. I remember. That was all so sad
At least the daughter’s in the Army and safe enough
It’s a Christmas card. The man must have dropped it
I leave it at the counter, explaining the circs
The postal clerk accepts it back, and sneers
