Poetic Interlude XXIX

Excuse me, I would like to find the rightful owner

Of this delicious, incorrectly-addressed love,

I am so plainly moon and salt and thorn

And yet received a sunflower affection.

The postman must have missed a street - a lane

Or else the packager was misdirected.

I cannot accept such honesty or openness,

Or house so large a patient, true protection.

My wounds were made to fester, not to heal

With care and eager affirmating wonder.

Please fix the out-of-order postal system-

It has sent me treasure that cannot be mine.