There´s a great poem just around the corner - 4

Letters (Julia Forster)

You found poetry in postmarks. You tore
these finite ink circles from their homebound envelopes
to be stuffed into filing cabinet drawers in
rigid, faultless, alphabetical order.

I liked the magnetic letters that could create their own town
and would still make sense upside down or under
the rattling fridge. These could be i and !, u and n
at the same time, as well as holding up envelopes, unopened.