twelve
i'd be up by five in the morning
and out
the door,
bundled up
for the cold.
the newspapers
in bundles were already
waiting for me
on the corner.
it took an hour,
tossing
the batons of news
onto porches,
all through the neighborhood,
and then
i'd be back home.
back in bed.
still in my clothes,
savoring
another half hour of sleep,
before school,
before the sun rose.
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