Just For Fun

Ode to the Envelope

Vanilla manila with
glue on its flap;
filled to the folds
with loads of crap.

Crisp and clean
a cellophane window;
listings of charges
from those that I owe.

White and bright with
rectangular shape;
penmanship in ink
scrawled like a landscape.

Each once moistened with
vapor or lick.
Stamped by machine
or with one that will stick.

No matter the type with
which it is intended.
Each ripped to shreds
its short life soon ended.