The Postal Clerk

Poem title: The Postal Clerk Poet name: Marte Stuart Poem: When I come to her desk, I’m either deary, luv, or honey sometimes sweetheart Always cherished, and genuinely so Regarding me straight, friend-like Making some little joke or casual remark to include me, softening my wall And not just me, everyone in that line-up, the same All greeted from the heart enveloped in her tiny kindnesses Breaking barriers between you and me, us and they intimacies and ordinaries acquaintance and friendship Precious, how could you know your hello darling was the sweetest part of my day? End of poem. Credits and bio: Copyright © Marte Stuart Marte Stuart lives in Nelson, BC.