Monday, May 6, 2024

in rain and snow, and hail

the old mailman
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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