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postage dew
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cast i like to think
the mailbox seems
even more empty
without my graphic
sensibilities
and humid poetry
is not forming
condensation
juice on
the hinged roof
it is possible
that is where the
rust comes from
but not likely
but the hinge
squeaks open
and drops shut
with the intimidation
of something
from here to there
with thoughts
that travel
counter to
coriolis force
and sniffs through
the air like new perfume
in an atmosphere
littered with ions
