going postal in deep freeze


clinging to mail with both hands

in the face of a whipping wind,


i trek down long gravel driveway

making heavy footprints in snow.


my body is wrapped in layers

with only squinting eyes exposed.


mitten tugs on stiff metal door;

it opens with protesting creak

to accept offering of bills paid.


i brush out powder blown in,

make a careful deposit, slam

door and set red flag upright.


mailbox swings from its chains;

wind stronger, colder at roadside.


snow-dusted cows watch

curiously as i trundle back to

farmhouse, leaving fresh tracks.


later today, i will dress again

to repeat the ritual, hoping for

a handwritten envelope hidden

between all the advertisements!


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