bleeker

Mary the mailbox
dreams on Bleeker Steet -
she eagerly awaits
Mr. Mailman every day.

She knows by heart
the voice of his truck
the scent of his tires
parking by the curb,

her beauty
she yearns to boast
with dresses
of red, orange, gold

but for she knows
the fate
of her green dress
she can only dream
on Bleeker Street.