|A piece of paper, folded and taped closed|
I love to go to the post office, love to get mail, and am delighted when anyone takes the time to choose interesting stamps, so this piece of mail pleased me on first sight. Who could have sent it? I can’t make out the postmark at all.
|Where did it come from?|
Turning it over, I see these words, followed by an initial:
|a mysterious message|
"H.?" Who is "H."? My friend Helen insists she did not send this. So who did? Unfolding the lined paper that served both as letter and envelope, I find inside this poem:
|the poem inside|