In Your Mailbox
janine canan
In your mailbox I placed a yellow dandelion
that climbed through the grass --
it was already limp as I laid it
upon the pile of unopened mail.
When you (or was it your new lover)
removed the mail from the box,
did you find, effacing itself among
the sealed envelopes, a lifeless strand.
Did your heart pause remembering
the vibrant golden cloth from which it came.
