A ways past the highway marker that reads 23
there is a purple mailbox that reads
(in pink letters)
Several hearts accent the message of the mailbox.
The mailman has to rubber band bills and junk mail
to the outside of the purple box.
If he tries to put them in, they just fly out.
Love letters have come from as far away as Sweeden
and as nearby as the neighbors’s five year old daughter.
All blonde braids and saddle shoes, she proudly offers
the purple mailbox a love letter a day.
Usually a crayon drawing of smiles, hearts and/or sunshine.
When she is sick, she asks her mother to do it.
Her mother marvels at her dedication.
Wonders what she did to deserve
such a kind-hearted girl
who has made it her life’s mission
to fling love into the world.