three

Perfect cubes,

We had a hump digger of a storm today,

The clouds are black is pitch,

I went to the Winthrop Iowa so you go to the library and to the post office to mail books to Louisville Kentucky,

I barely got in the parking lot at the post office,

With a crack ripped through the sky,

It’s wrinkled a bit and I made it inside,

Carried my box to the postage on it,

I told the lady who works to the post office so I think is a hottie there are two old books little ones behind the passenger seat for her,

She went out got them and came beating back on it,

Many of us in Northern Iowa are of Norwegian descent and so is the postmasters,

I’ve given her many books with yours,

Which change comments every now and then,

Last fall when I didn’t have enough postage to mail something for my sister’s roommate she gave me $6 for postage so I brought her a book,

You might not be aware of this,

Our Iowa skies are as clear and and blue is Northern Wisconsin and Virginia,

This is a post woman who is opposed to adopting children because they’re not hers,

When she imparted that tidbit to me it shocked me,

I could not believe she was so close-minded to something I would have given almost anything for a house full of cats and dogs and children,

I got back in the car I started my way home this 7 miles,

I glanced up with the clouds ,

There were four cloud banks still dark,

Within three of those cloud banks were three perfect squares as of windows were opened and threw them I saw perfectly blue pristine Sky,

Like the clouds have been punched out just for me,

gave me a great Serene feeling,

I feel like I lacked all day,