Putting it Out There

I'm not certain if the mailbox of my utmost wishes actually exists in this world, and if it doesn't, I wouldn't know how to force it into being. But let me describe it anyway: It's red-painted wrought iron, of course, and Victorian looking. It's the kind on a pedestal, with a locking door. (Only the door doesn't open with one of those new-fangled keys, but with a skeleton key.) On the front and sides, there is a design of a quill lying next to a scroll. There is a quill-shaped flag to signal the presence of out-going mail. Climbing up the base grows a sweetly-scented jasmine plant that makes the mail carrier (and me) smile. There's my wish.