I have been found on wet pavements
The postmans loss, a new journey for me
I have been passed from pillar to post
Without too much kerfuffle

I have held together reams of quixoitic letters
Marred by time and bothersome quarrels
An acomplice to a man and his mistress
and I have been lost and found again

I’ve been stretched too thin
And sprung back again
I have gotten bigger, slacker
I sit, flung into a drawer, awaiting mail.

Writing for W3