A plastic box for the local paper
Is drilled into some rendition
Of a post near every mailbox.
There are traits made visible
From the underbelly
Of each installation.
Like a new graphology
To determine from varying
Degrees of crude angles,
Stripped screw heads
And nails left in that bent.
Cultural drift, I suppose.
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