Anxieties Before Email Poem by shimon weinroth

The mail hasn't arrived, it's 12 thirty two
the postman is well overdo
it might seem unjust, I've been to the box
over and over, an hour has passed
my mind is still nagging

whetre the hell is the postman
run down or run over. the dogs are barking
making a ruckus, someoe approaching
over the hill and down the dale
my heart is thumping, high noon

the mailman is coming
he nodded good day and passed on his way