fifty years ago,
in the neighborhood
where i lived,
there was boy
who
lost a kidney
when sled riding down
a steep hill
nearby and struck
a mailbox.
hitting his side,
full speed.
i wonder how he is
these days,
has he survived this
life?
i put my letter
into the round shouldered
blue box,
watching the door close,
then move on
in the falling snow.
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