No Letter Today

by VIRGINIA BURNS FEINE
OH, swifter my key in the mailbox would be
Were I not a prophet and sure
That, of treasures for me, the tally will be
One illustrated brochure
On a course, for a fee (money back guarantee);
Two ads that start “Dear Epicure";
A well-worded plea from the branch library
For overdue literature;
Soap coupons for free, and the last infamy,
A postcard without signature.