but opportunities for ribbons
were few
he thought about other kinds of clasp
holders of one kind
and another
but they wouldn't do
didn't convey
in the end
it was rubber bands
thick red ones
slim and stretchy brown
sad yellow
the rubber bands
holding his letters in neat arrangement
collected in their ones and twos
each evening when he checked the mail
even if it was only
a few bills
or a couple of pamphlets
a rubber band brought the news
held the words
he rolled them away from the envelopes
placed them in a kitchen drawer
one band on top of another
one pile beside the next
opened the drawer
every night
from monday through friday
steadily
not to disturb
added the newest band
to the latest pile
one day
when she comes
she will see them
and understand
make it
unnecessary
to collect them
anymore
~
- Author: Frank Prem ( Offline)
- Published: February 26th, 2018 00:35
- Comment from author about the poem: The Book of Evenings.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments1
Thought provoking write.
Obsession of a quiet kind, GF.
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