A Lane

Yasu Na

I see a long and straight lane
   Covered with the shiny yellow leaves.
At the entrance to this lane
   A large red mailbox stands.

I have a postcard with a poem.
   It is important and properly stamped.
And then I turn white in shame
   Because I remember a failure of the past.

One winter day like today
   I forgot to stamp my fateful letter.
This fact reminds me of the different way
   Which could be better.

A life is as firmly definite as a lane
   In front of me, and beyond repair.
Have I ever been filled with shine?
   I stand by the mailbox, viewing the lane from here.

  • Author: Yasu Na (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2018 06:53
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    What a beautiful image and so forlorn..... I read over and over - thank you.

    • Yasu Na

      The source of the image in this poem is my real experience. Thank you.

    • Neville

      I thought perhaps there was a rainbow in the making.. maybe there was but it was far too cold to see clearly.. I kinda liked these words.. thank you

      • Yasu Na

        Each of us has our own rainbow. Thanks a lot.

        • Neville

          my pleasure

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