Post Office

Directions

The search for the

flag outside every government building.

Pass by where

Mark Twain used to live, which is right near

where some other humanist/writer used to live

by fifth avenue.

 

A poor man asks for change and, sadly, you don't have it.

You want to say,

"I look good but I'm almost

on your terms, sir."

 

But no, you apologize with a genuine smile and hope he's not

secretly condemning you to hell.

 

The flag is nowhere. Nowhere. 

You ask a construction worker who has been

gawking at you.

"Where is the post office?"

"The what?"

"The post office."

"I don't know what that is."

 

You stumble back from the twilight zone response and

march forward towards

sixth avenue,

where the post office is rumored to be.

Reviews

[Chad Wesley Allbrett]

I love this! This is spot on, like how you can feel about perceiving people and how they might view you.
I've been to that place many times that you describe so well.