Post Office
A poem by Rob Schackne
In China there's a post office
unmarked on maps, cellar-deep
where you can mail your dreams
(though you might wait for years)
True, they go out without a stamp
or an address, but someone gets them
and you know they get read, even
discussed before they vanish
And of course it costs plenty
a boatload of poetry and music
several galleries of good paintings
skillful dancing and love-making
But no one can ever know
the true excellence of this secret
how far it reaches into the soul
or how much it wishes to be silent.
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Rob Schackne is an Australian poet who has been teaching in Shanghai for ten years
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Mon 16 November 2015 in
