Doug Holder



 


Postal Worker



The supervisor

Counts the seconds

As you wipe

The Crumbs from your

Face and return

To your post.

Your hands

Anonymous

Callused, pedestrian

You feed

A rapid

Stream of letters

To a ravenous federal machine.

Your eyes dimmed

For years

From the sea of manila

The bland white face

Of the mail

Faces scarred

With zips.

You feel

Ready to

Be returned to

Your sender.



Copyright   2009 Doug Holder

Doug Holder is the founder of the Ibbetson Street Press. His poetry has been in Best Poem, Conceit, The Toronto Quarterly, Main St. Rag, and others. His latest collection is: "The Man in the Booth in the Midtown Tunnel" ( Cervena Barva Press)