Pay envelopes

In envelopes, green folded tammy hat
pin topped
bow
tied to the wind.

A sweeping carousel
plies rhythm
like
the knick knack
of rail joists.

How could you be so cold?
Wool rug wrapped,
origami folded
letters to the dead.

I lick them closed.

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