posted!

I see no wound, but a swollen left palm.
the nurse was not so good at her duty today;
 I type with my right hand thus,
wanting to post a new letter here.

way back from the hospital, I saw a post woman- smartly dressed,
pushing her bicycle and crossing the wide road.
I turned back to take a second glance at her;
she had, by then disappeared from my sight

leaving me with an unexplained cheer
at the warmth of handwritten letters, the joy of hearing the bicycle ring
and the scent of the much traveled envelope.
The pain on my left palm lingers, but my letter is posted.