No-contact drop-off

Start at the hard, policeman’s knock
We share something of the privilege of madness
At the door’s carefully narrowed gap
Sun-bleached curtain drawn 
For an impromptu mask
From sidelights across a long night’s roughened mouth
To greet in weary remonstrance
(A mule joy nevertheless)
The carelessly dropped bounty
Of the morning post

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