Postmarked by sean A. Ferrell It was different on Tuesday I’m not sure why Little flowers troubled by chunky frost Honkers drifting across thin grey And when I slipped out I remembered the way you slowly exhaled When I held you tighter Hot, loud breath brushing the small hairs behind my ear My desk cluttered with your mail Spent pictures from holidays and a magician’s worship Yesterday was Monday I had put them neatly in a box Stamps, letters, different addresses Some smeared I can’t remember the one in Kansas It was a year they had an early harvest Heavy frost before Labor Day You tell me someday Somehow it was different on Tuesday More of Ferrell's poetry can be found in our Spring '98 Issue. Forward -- Previous -- Contents