The Envelope
I still haven’t opened that important envelope.
By now, I forget who it is from.
It may be a bill,
Maybe a love letter,
Or even better,
A paycheck.
He has been hibernating in the wilderness of my desk,
Snuggled and hidden between the cheeks of the trees.
Spring has sprung, but I still have not seen him.
A nice day to play in the dirt, but
His contents remain hidden.
Should I awake his slumber...
And give in to the system?
If I never peel back his glued edges
I may offend the sender…
Why bother? Just email me.