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Post Office poems

by Lydia Kozloski

I am the Post Office.

Posters go up posters go dawn
mail comes in mail goes out
people come in people go out.
it is all connected.

people and packages come and go
the squirrel in the rafters never leaves

My door opens and closes,
kind of boring really…
Except when new posters go up,
but after a while, even those get old.

Kids come and play outside,
at least that changes.