the milk man
used to deliver the eggs,
the juice
the bacon. milk.
there'd be a metal box
on the porch
and in the early
morning
he'd pull up in his
round shouldered truck
to drop off
what we ordered.
we could hear
him pull up and pull
away.
never meeting him
in person, but wondering
about his life.
his children,
his wife, did they miss
him
when he rose so early,
and went away.
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
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