Wet paper rests on frozen root
Apple wood and winter fruit
Ink runs red where the stamp once sat
Dusk paints the rows slate gray and flat
Return address knows the way home
Every fare knows what is owed
Taxi meter reads the distance clear
Letters find their way back here
She wrote me slow by the kitchen light
Pen scratched hard in the freezing night
Told him spring would bring the bloom
Left me folded in the bedroom
Mail truck rattled on gravel road
Driver hummed a heavy load
Sorted me in a canvas sack
Rain turned the ink on my face to black
Return address knows the way home
Every fare knows what is owed
Taxi meter reads the distance clear
Letters find their way back here
He read me once then tossed me aside
Winter wind blew the door open wide
Months passed slow as a stalled cab ride
Now I rest where the roots divide
No stamp left to pay the cost
Just pulp and fiber bearing frost
Earthworms read the words I keep
Orchard soil gets soft and deep
Return address knows the way home
Every fare knows what is owed
Taxi meter reads the distance clear
Letters find their way back here
Return address knows the way home
Rain writes the final address clear
Snow covers what was written here
