that the mail man hasn't come today.
i take the letters
out of
the door slot and toss
them on the table.
i look out the door, up
the street.
i don't see his truck or
him either,
slouching under
the weight of christmas
coming.
no dogs are barking.
no mail is going out.
or coming in.
his absence worries me.
the absence
and quiet of anyone
i like
makes me ill at ease.
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