“I’d Like to Cancel My Mail…”

I spent three-hundred and sixty-five days there.
In a little town that is trapped
in a caricature
of an actor who will surmise this place
in a play,
for the rest of forever.
That little place that is exactly
what your imagination tells you
it is.
no I’m sorry,
fairies play in the streets
on the weekend.
History and dreams are taught about
in the same schoolhouse.
Everyone is better than you
at what they do.
But that’s okay.
You’ll love it here.
You might fall off a couple cliffs
but you’ll only scrape your knees,
you can’t plant your roots here
but you’ll surely scale the trees.