Here was my clue,
How are you? He asked
Oops!!
I said “well-rested”
I didn’t mean to send shame back at those being busy,
This confused or dazzled mail man,
Greeted like the daylight in my sequinned burgundy dress,
He expected beige and uncharacteristic cold,
Perplexed my inspiree
eccentric self is multi fold,
Hopefully bright out of his mail sac, please
someone rested,
Or something playful,
Some some relief,
Nope!!
Buzzing this sac with more black and beige,
Million attempted packs of self love?
My sequins fell in as I try to pry,
As I signed in for my luck,
A little opening to giveaway,
I wish the sequins travel far,
One each for all eccentricity marred,
Burgundy sequins went around the block,
We wait for the evening
To see if buzzing stopped,
My pamphlets are ready
I think they worked,
The mailman came dressed in sky blue
We are invited to play a game,
Some Circle around clues
Some are in charge of unboxing the present breath,
Some find the key that seeks the lock,
poets are starting to leave notes,
To whom it may belongs
the distributor of burgundy sequins
Carry an umbrella before stars starts to fall
– rupika moitra
Flutter and Glide 