kids, they understand.
i met a little girl
in
the
post office
yesterday.
she spoke to me.
she told me something
that i don’t think
all the grown-ups
in there would have
understood.
“all these letters,”
she said, “and for what?
for someone to
write one back
or
a telephone call
saying ‘thank you
for the letter’.
sometimes not
even that. sometimes
you have to imagine.
i bet the mailmen
carry them
longer than
whoever
they’re addressed to.”
