Post Office Party
We go to the post office
Talk with the neighbors the
Parking lot’s been plowed up
And planted — the curtilage, too,
the streets that surround it
And beans have arrived
From western post offices’
Gardens’ excess food
We’ll send them some surplus
Potatoes from here
By the counter beside
The envelopes folks
Are sipping instant coffee
From mugs
That people dropped off
By the parcels of seeds
Everything’s free
Come and take what you need