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:
Beating
Boldly
Like a bare bird perching
Roundly
Like a wet red pudding
Loudly
Like a soft cloth clock
Here
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