Στην Caitlin
The postman has the face of a nightmare
asking for ID
and always rings twice. He plants
letters in the box
and waits patiently
until they flourish
grow hands and eyes
grab the memories
and give snow
to that girl,
who gathers
red leaves
and lost things
at the edge of the ocean.
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