The mailbox is up a flight.
Bills make the climb. Magazines make me do it.
Local stories. Close to home.
Daily Smile
All smilesBills make the climb. Magazines make me do it.
The other half was wishing it had been.
The lot had started without us.
I believed the name. The road believed the grade.
I stood in a parking lot and called it a breeze.
The textbook was closed. The conversation was not.
Each one believes it is the convenient one.
The attitude lasted until the first real climb.
I found it at the first gate.
The valley looked back and kept driving.