I take off my backpack
because I feel like I might break in half.
I didn’t know yams could be so heavy.
The house is hidden by trees
down a long driveway,
with a mailbox built like a castle,
a stone tower with a flag on top.
A dragon has its tail wrapped all around it.
I look up and down;
nobody’s on the road,
so I lower the red mail flag
and it becomes the dragon’s tongue.
It’s the greatest mailbox
I’ve ever seen.