the postman is broken

staring at the space
where the gate used to be
feet and envelopes in synch
reaching back then forward again
stuck in a between moment
can’t cross the road here
turns back
takes a run at it
turns back
dribbles a small piece of grey gravel
along the gutter
tries to make the corner think
he isn’t interested
but that junction isn’t fooled
he whistles the wrong tune
and shrugs his bag sod it

the long way round

                         Jan Dean

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3 Responses to the postman is broken

  1. Pingback: the postman is broken | shinystuff

  2. Lovely poem, great title too,

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