your mail man

your mail man
is neither friendly
or unfriendly.
he's focused
with his bag
his handful
of mail.
the numbers
rattling through
his head.
he nods a lot.
never mentions
the weather, or
sports, or
anything.
he's like a
fish in water,
moving, moving,
folding
the magazines
in his hand,
gripping
the envelopes,
stashing them
into the slot.
perhaps he's
thinking about
the end of the day
when he can
take off his
shoes and read
his own mail.