Hard to tell if anybody’s out there, some nights.


the rabbit ear is bent
or there is snow in the dish
or the line is cut
and sure, I see smoke, but
I can’t read the signals,
and even though the mail
always gets through,
it’s tough in this weather.

O, that all the pigeons
are dead. O, that they
were not mailbirds instead.

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