all that

where is the man
with the shaved ice,
the thick red syrups,
pushing his cart along
the narrow streets.
where is the milk man
with his cold,
bottles, his eggs
and cream.
where is the news boy,
with his wagon,
his dog, throwing
the batons he made
to your porch.
where is the tip of
the hat,
the kind hello.
the thank you cards in
the mail, or letter
by hand.
what's happened to all
that?