Challenging Poetry

special delivery

with gleeful fingers,
I purchase hope and anticipation,

and days of waiting for the mail
to come, listening for the sound

of a doorbell (no one else
is coming by) or the brush of footsteps

at the door. I don't care
what it is—although yarn

would be good, or a dvd, or books,
or a pair of jeans, or paper clips. One

time, far away from home, I opened three pairs
of socks (black, thick) with as much

glee as I would a letter.
I take my pleasures where I can.

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April 24: a package or a delivery