This is a poem I composed at the James A. Farley Post Office on November 3rd where I went to send out one last package.


Let each day bring its own
good measure of life changing
circumstances
into existence


Each day may
the Kabbalah Truck
remain parked outside


With carts filled
with trays filled
with fresh baked
loaves of wisdom


Just waiting to greet you
on your way out
the front door