Poetry - Scared of the Postman
I'm a little bit scared of the postie
Now I'm home working all day
She knows
Phone calls
Video meetings
These things mean nothing
The knocking continues
Until I open the door
Clothes
Children's toys
My purchases are of no interest
But they will no longer return to the van
The door bangs until she sees
Me walking down the stairs
Smiles
Politeness
I have no reason to be scared of the postie
Still
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