Joe Fixes the Little Flag on the Mailbox

How nice to watch you
without your knowledge.
Screwdriver in hand,
you adjust the metal flag,
tightening too much
it’s stuck halfway up,
back a bit, perfect.
You move it up and down
a couple of times.
You look inside the box
even though it’s Sunday.
I can see your thoughts
crossing your face
like clouds across a sky.
You head in,
ducking under a cluster of oranges
held out like gifts
over the sidewalk.

Published in ZuZu’s Petals, The Rag

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