The underwater mailman
grabs his sack of mail
and walks down to the beach
on an old and dusty trail.
He checks his air supply,
then dons his scuba gear.
His flippers flop around
as he jumps off of the pier.
Graceful as a fish
he flutters, kicks and dives.
At noon I get excited:
not long ‘til mail arrives.
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