The Post Office

Stationed for words and pictures,

voices yearned to be heard.

Basking patiently under the sun’s predictions,

wrapped in Sunday’s best,

Pray the effort is felt across the day’s travel.

Some bring a dog, or a bike,

in place of the person, they wait to meet,

through folds and splotches.

A sliver of loved ones revealed through scripture,

news unknown.

Seeing them in words written,

fingerprints pressed into varied characters.

Laying just beyond,

the pale diamond seal,

the weight of distance pressed in wax