Maude Millicent Rosevear, generally considered pleasant and quite the beauty,
sent her hopes off, by mail, in 1955.
Consider her surprise when they return to her in 2015.
Maude, now aged seventy five,
nearly trips over the parcel while walking out of her door
on her way to the pharmacy for her numerous prescriptions.
"Non-standard surcharge," states one of the rubber stampings.
(That business with Alice, at college, in 1959?)
The postal system cares about her package. The plastic wrapping says so.
Nonetheless, they have returned it.
"Postage due", "Addressee Unknown", "Unclaimed" all on the side.
Bent, frail, living in a mother-in-law apartment attached to her son's house,
Maude supposes the return of her hopes was inevitable,
but it didn't feel that way when she sent them.
Maude goes back inside and sits down to compose a letter--
--an old fashioned paper letter--
to the Unabomber in prison.
"Dear Teddy," she writes, "I finally understand."
Perhaps this one will get through, she thinks.
Perhaps he will even answer, and if he does,
she must be sure to be the first one to the mailbox, and to not lose her key.
for Get Listed at Real Toads. I used "prison", "mail", "inevitable", and "system".
CBU--Cluster Box Unit, a freestanding outdoor multiple delivery receptacle for mail.
CBU-55--cluster bomb fuel air explosive.