Saturday Delivery

Stars shine
through threadbare black sky.
Sled dogs bay
half a mile away.
Walking in still air
down the long path
to the mailbox.
I hear the car
before its light
crests the hill on Liminga Road.
Toward the light
of the farmhouse
like a traveler
reluctant to complete his odyssey.
Suddenly tagged with elephants,
love gone wrong,
seasons,
the things we burn.

They say we are descended
from giants.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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