Radoi Ralin


Instinct told me there would not be
Any kind of missive for me.
But still I unlocked the letter box
And found just a shadow

Of a hand reaching out
After which
I managed to discover

That all the boxes were empty.
Had the postman not come by?
No, today there  ain’t no postmen!
Ain’t no post trains,

Puffing in with letters.
They’ve lost their steam,
They won’t leave their sidings,
Until at last you write to me.