Heraald State Park by Noah H. Marino

A letter came with a stamp, without a name or a return address
Postmarked from June- it was my birthday then, the worst one I recall to date.
Sealed inside: an invitation to a cabin in my home state ... my feet were cold.
Deer guts grow from the grass upon the sides of all the state roads
And I did not know if my pocket cash could pay for PennDOT-rate tolls
For totes and cards sending love beyond the site of Heraald State Park ......