262: Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter

[exceptindreams]

“Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter”
Robert Bly

It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted.
The only things moving are swirls of snow.
As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.
There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.
Driving around, I will waste more time.

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Comments

[heylight]

i love those bly and wright poems. simple, clear.

[tulips_and_lace]

Ooh, this poem is great. I love that feeling too.

[writetobreathe]

I love that privacy too!

[mardeen]

"As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron."

I LOVE when poets make us feel things. I could almost hear the mailbox door screech open.

[alzzers]

I love driving alone, esp. at night...damn gas prices ruin the fun.