The Post Office Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

For my humble heart I send for
A tiny seed, to plant and grow,
Hoping for leaves and blossoms
That will attract and lushly glow.

The post office smells of nostalgia,
Like an old song that lingers
Above a boutique or a window
That makes one shed secret tears.

It's quick to reach a person now,
By email, by QQ or by the phone,
Yet something is lost, somehow,
Lost and like a bird it has flown.

Sept 24,2010.