about this time in the afternoon
the dogs prick their ears
for signs of the mailman
while I focus all my senses
on the delivery
of something to write about
the letter carrier is rather consistent
but what I wait for is like
the brand-new FEDEX driver
who’s never been down our street
doesn’t know to open the gate
drop it off and ring the bell
and might leave it at another house
so what I really need
is a Robin Hood for ideas
who will steal from the piles
outside the doors of the rich
and bring to me
and if caught I’ll use
my best left-brain excuse
to deny or claim ignorance
with the pilfered idea
already breeding in the folds
of my right
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