Postal Princess
Lazy summer afternoons
I would climb to my perch.
Hot, sun-baked, metal
seared my skin.
I didn't mind
I was queen of the block,
for the moment.
Sitting on my perch,
I watched the world go by.
Others tried to challenge my position,
but I emerged victorious.
I was the Mistress of the Mailbox,
the Postal Princess
I reigned supreme.
I would climb to my perch.
Hot, sun-baked, metal
seared my skin.
I didn't mind
I was queen of the block,
for the moment.
Sitting on my perch,
I watched the world go by.
Others tried to challenge my position,
but I emerged victorious.
I was the Mistress of the Mailbox,
the Postal Princess
I reigned supreme.
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