I miss the milk man.
cold milk,
eggs, bacon, juice,
all delivered
from his white truck
idling
in the street.
I miss the mail coming
twice a day.
dogs off their leash.
the morning paper
on the porch.
I miss black and white
tv.
manners
and courtesy. morning mass.
the tipped hat,
a written note. the drop
in visit,
the sunday call.
I miss my mother's fried
chicken,
and hearing her voice
calling us in
for dinner.
homework at the table.
everyone
being home, in bed,
ready for sleep.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
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NIce!
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