Observations of an Urban Poet

The Postman Only Needs to Ring Once

Doorbell rang

Wait, everyone is home

Aren't we all supposed to be

Left alone

Was it real

Did I imagine it

As I stir from

Where I sit

Up I leaped

To the door I ran

At the end of the path

It's the postman

Excellent

He keeps his distance

I thank him for

His job persistence

I grab my parcel

But here I stay

Remaining home

For another day