Today's Mail
       

Just the crisp gleam
of a June-bug's carapace
I pulled from the bottom
of my near-empty box

that's usually stuffed with
credit-card bills and catalogs,
but today just this olive-
brown gem, six black legs

frozen in final flight
or climb, wings like church-doors
arched and perfectly shut,
this little weightless messenger

telling me today I owe
nothing, I'm fine as is,
this post-card from the wind, no
return address.

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