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