Parade of Rogues

You'd never pedal your stamps
unless we asked you to
and we always do
all
little kids have arches like mine
weary in a 5'o'clock queue
yellow packages plastic
packing tape smudges
into heat
by now you should know; it's been
years, Post Madame
in clean canvas
ears of rose
quietly
unburied from nut-brown shoulder-
length (tender shoulders
in canvas!) it's been
years, Oh you!
Postmistress
of  roses!
I always
do.