Rural Delivery by Charles Simic

Rural Delivery

I never thought we’d end upLiving this far north, love.Cold blue heaven over our heads,Quarter moon like chalk on a slate.

This week it’s the art of subtractionAnd further erasure that we study.O the many blanks to ponderBefore the night overtakes us once moreOn this lonely stretch of roadUnplowed since this morning;Mittens raised against the suddenBlinding gust of wind and snow,But the mailbox empty. I had to stickMy bare hand all the way inTo make sure this is where we live.

The wonder of it! We retraced our stepsHomeward lit by the same fuelAs the snow glinting in the gloomOf the early nightfall.

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