"To A Letter Box On Chestnut Street"
A poem by Betty Frye Leach
Impassive mail container with white
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.
I found a book of poems relating to Boston a little while ago,
but I like this one the best
because it is about
~ Ms. Always Traveling