we had tv guides and rabbit
ears
on our tvs,
when the milk man delivered
milk
and bread,
butter,
when the postman
came twice,
when
you could trust what
the man
on the news said
as being
true,
when they filled
your tank
and gave your windshield
a wipe.
green stamps
and letters to send
and write.
when the girl
next door was real, the boy
too,
when few were
confused.
when you could play
in the streets
until night,
when there was one phone
in the house
hanging on
the kitchen wall,
ah yes,
perhaps not better exactly,
but simpler times.
i remember Dwight.
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