the wet
day. the black sheen
of pavement.
the black
cat
on the porch with green
eyes.
a truck
stops, turns around
and leaves.
a letter
comes through the slot.
it hits the floor.
the stamp
was licked
yesterday.
the words written
late at night.
i'll open it later.
I already know
what it says.
i'll put it with other
ones
on the table.
Saturday, January 21, 2017
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