open says me
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I’ve received all these things
in envelopes
of various shapes,
colors even:
checks
cash
invitations
cards
art
poems
precious stones
rocks
music
glitter
bills
pills
seeds
buttons
forgiveness
candy
letters
cards
keys
doodles
stickers
stamps
words
hate
love
broken love
addresses
certificates
the list goes on…
I search for direction a poem about envelopes
and all these different envelopes,
from years past,
pass,
kaleidoscope like,
filing quickly through my thoughts –
then come the questions –
what about pushing the envelope?
(where did that saying come from?)
what about return to sender?
what about that pony express?
what about priority mail?
Then the simple thought descends –
Envelopes contain sealed mysteries
easily revealed by tearing them open
as do we…
we never know what we’ll find
until we get inside.
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AL
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