Two pages more cast
Bright sunshine on this story
As the tulips fade.

Page 3

Show clocks again, several hours later.

Second mailwoman enters carrying satchel and mail tub.
Nametag reads “Bea”Bea: “Lane?”
Lane (unseen): “Hi, Bea! I’ve got everything sorted, but hardly anyone has come by.”

Bea hands bundle to Lane.
Bea: “I’ll do grocery coupons, you do missing persons.”

Lane’s hand holding “Have you seen me?” card.
Lane (thinking): How would I know?

Two women in front of wall of PO boxes.

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Bea holds up postcard she has pulled from mail bag.
Bea: “Lane, look at this!”

They look at the front of postcard then turn it over.

Back of Postcard:
“What a fascinating place! This postcard truly does not do it justice. I may really have found something here, time will tell, but the change in scenery has worked wonders for my spirit. Maybe all I needed was a break from the monotony of seeing the same faces day after day. Will write soon, M.

Bea stares skeptically at Lane.
Bea: “What a fool. Postcards always tell the same story. Someone leaves home and thinks he’s stumbled on the meaning of life the minute he steps off the airplane. If he stayed long enough he would get bored, even in “paradise.” ”

Lane stands still thinking as Bea returns to work.
Lane: “Do you ever watch when someone opens a mailbox?”

Lane goes back to delivering mail without an answer from Bea.
Lane: “It’s just that the box opens so briefly and you really don’t see enough of the person to know who they are. From back here, every one of these people is just a pair of eyes.”

Bea is wondering why she should give a hoot.
Bea: “What’s your point?”
Lane: “Do you think that’s what people like M. get tired of, the staggering anonymity of a world full of people?”
Bea: “Sure, Lane, it’s called narcissism.”

I could not leave it,
One lonely page for the wind
easily to claim.

The season? Wind= New Mexico spring



Lane in mailroom between shelves of packages.

Second shot of Lane in mailroom to emphasize aloneness and time.

Attention turns to the PO boxes.

A box is opened, revealing a face.

Hey, it's not poetry but it is the script for my comic book. I'll put up a page a day for the next 15 or so. The quotes are speech bubbles, everything else is a description of the panel. Each block of typing=one panel.

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Set of clocks above the outgoing mailboxes
"Good morning, sir."

Lane standing behind post office counter, customer opposite her.
Customer: "Whatever happened to lickable stamps?"
Lane: "I believe they were widely regarded as unappetizing."

Customer's face, un-amused.

Customer walking away.
Lane:"Have a nice day!"

Today was my last day of school. I did write a poem today. Actually, it was a song about sublimation. Unfortunately I gave it away and didn't memorize it.

Haiku Fact: Haiku traditionally contain reference to a season.