Portrait of Myself as a Mailbox on Locust Road

Sweet musky breeze wafts past
Slowed by constant humidity
I spot
crazy mailboxes
All in a row

A hummingbird of tin
Wings outstretched
Waits to fly off the post
Until the mailman comes,
Dampens dreams
Weighed down with letters, bills

The bird is left
To rust upon his wooden post

Catherine Phelps, 8th Grade