On The Street Where I Don't Live

Let’s be precise: at 2 a.m. arrive.
Approach the post box near the car wash.
Walk (anticlockwise) around it (and, of course,
the bin and the ‘On Sale Here’ sign) twice.
Kiss the post box on its wide open mouth.
Hug it like you’d hug a tree.  Look up now,
turning slightly to your left.
At an upstairs window you’ll see
a man. Naked. That won’t be me.
Go to the house. Ring the bell.
It doesn’t work. Knock on the door
four times. Yes,four. Don’t be alarmed.
He’ll come down. He’ll be wearing
a dressing gown. He won’t be armed.