Paperboy

The cold changes

the weight of my steps.

Each door opens with glass.

Dogs bark in circles.

Milkfloats whine in electric.

My parka tired with old dirt.

The early moon carelessly ignored,

my hands are dark with print.

Nearly in another life

I discover the inner life of gates

and how to dance

around plants and bikes,

and how to grow

into a morning.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Today, paperboys are a thing of the past. Mail delivers the paper, Saturday and Sunday a combined issue. I bet they miss a lot of local news. Valentine

[Coyote Song]

Has the feel of a by gone era brought back to life. But the early morning is a whole different world than the late morning or any other time of day. Each has its own unique personality. You create fantastic poems.

[Ken Simm.]

Been there, done that, bought the thigummy but was not able to be so erudite and creative about it. As evidenced by the use of the word thingummy.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The cold and isolated early morning experience of the paper round caught in another very descriptive piece Leslie. The sound of the milk-float now long past tells it is a memory of days gone by.