To A Letter Box On Chestnut Street

"To A Letter Box On Chestnut Street"

A poem by Betty Frye Leach

Impassive mail container with white
                                          collection sign
From which one learns the postman is
                              due to call at nine,

A pot pourri of heart and brains your
                                  metal sides inclose,
For written words can represent the
                                dagger or the rose--

Such mixtures as "I love you." or
                            sometimes, "Please remit."
"Your balance has been overdrawn."   "Do
                                love me, too, a bit."

Between your silent lips are slipped
                          odd messages at will:
Perhaps a bit of Paradise lies now
                          beneath a bill.

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I found a book of poems relating to Boston a little while ago,
             but I like this one the best
                                   because it is about
                                                                                       mail.


~ Ms. Always Traveling