I treasure receiving these
postcard poems –
and so I send in hopes
that I’ll receive –
today I expected to harvest
a bumper crop -
but none came.
Still, twelve have arrived,
so I go back
and re-read them all,
one by one,
line by line.
A lovely stack of thoughts –
my treasure,
my winning lottery ticket,
my pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
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