i'd like to send you something,
to your house, if you permit.
it might be something small,
and light enough to fit
inside a standard business envelope,
so i may drop it down the slope,
of the mailbox on my street
avoid the lines at UPS,
all the clutter and the mess,
yes, i think it would be best
if it required just one minute and one stamp
to leave this something for you down the ramp.
if you allow, then i shall wait
check and recheck the current date,
meticulously calculate
the hours til it reaches you.
i'll pray that it arrives intact,
but please forgive me if in fact
you find it's perfect edges cracked
by the shipping and the handling.
or should the weather of the spring
sustain, and should this unforgiving rain
leave drops like kisses in the paper threads
or should the ink have bled,
accept, i beg, my small imperfect gift
allow your gentle hands to sift
through stacks of correspondences,
allow me please, to the suspense
of sending you, by mail a part
of a handled, weather-beaten heart.