You have an oversized package








It won’t fit through your letterbox ribs
Shall we try again another day?
Or can we leave it outside here:
Like a bare bird perching
Like a wet red pudding
Like a soft cloth clock
On the harsh mat
Where strangers tread
And free fliers fall
Until it stills
And shrinks—
A regular sized package at last—

by Elise Valmorbida

2 Responses to You have an oversized package

  1. Ahhh, I love it. More please!

  2. Nicholas Kawinga

    Oh! I love this piece of poetry, I enjoy the depth, the metaphor, the musicality and rhythm produced by these lines: like a bare bird perching…like a wet red pudding…like soft cloth clocking…and free fliers fall.
    Just sweet!! My passion for poetry is whetted!