Pontificating upon the travesties of the world at hand
Miranda transferred her angst into the postal body
and released the lines upon her face.
wouldn't it be nice to actually let such a simple way
contend with her life as a whole?
She jostled the book, which had fallen closed
as she awoke and realized that it was all a dream.
'Oh, well, tomorrow's a new day', she thought, and she fell softly asleep.
Outside, a postal truck came and emptied the nearby receptacle.
A light filled the street, brighter than the sun, for a split second,
then was gone.
The next day the mail came, and in the assorted mess of papers on her table, was an envelope
unlike any that she had ever seen.
She waited to pour some tea, relaxed, then sat in her favorite armchair,
legs lifted over one arm on the cushioned arm.
She took a sip of tea and opened the letter...'heart wide open'...
Anyone care to continue the story?(keep it nice...) Lydia
P.S. Accompanying artwork acceptable