is gone.
retired?
maybe. transferred
to the back room,
his feet and back no longer
strong enough
to carry his bag,
and complete his route?
perhaps.
did i know his name?
no.
did he have a wife
and children,
did he live nearby?
i have no idea.
but i saw him nearly
everyday,
in rain and snow.
always pleasant, always
a tip of the hat
and casual
wave.
sometimes i see the ghost
of him
coming up the street,
leaving his truck
at the top of the hill,
his mustache wet
with sleet.
his body all in grey.
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