Post-Office?

Post Office. What does that actually mean?

Post-Office? After a job?

A time to unwind?

Perhaps. Or is it merely a parting of ways?

The ink has dried.

Anointed stamps are pressed home.

At Christmas, with one passing on, a journey begins.

Counter-culture deposits messages in to sacks.

Delivery parts like cells dividing.

All missives flying to their destination-

Envelopes to be ripped apart for their meaning.

Then displayed as trophies.

An interesting time, Noel.

 

© Tom Tide 2017

 

 

 

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