Ode to an Empty Mailbox
My mailbox is like a vast, empty void.
My mailbox is like a hot-air balloon hanger with no balloon.
My mailbox is like the belly of a starving whale.
My mailbox is like in the inside of a kid-free Ford Excursion.
My mailbox is like the Great Hall at Hogwarts when the students are on vacation.
My mailbox is mostly empty,
free of the Shopper News mailer;
free of the Mailbox Merchants mailer;
and free of the Market Value Place mailer.
I called them all, sometimes more than once, and asked to be removed from the mailing lists.
And I was.
My mailbox is mostly empty, and I like the open spaces.