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Burly, brown uniform askew
Distressed scowl shielding his face Switching to frantic As you open the front door To receive a package Could you please put it here? You gesture to just inside the door With a grunt, he throws it in Then races back to his truck We think someone arrives empty As they move into our space Cashier, bank teller, shopkeeper, librarian, barista Neighbor, teacher, mail carrier, fellow walker You, burdened with this and that Don’t see everyone else is, too Perhaps just diagnosed with cancer Lost a parent or friend Had a fight with a partner Or sex and dreams of the other Listing grocery items not to forget later Who knows what’s in the big box Carried by others Whirling about in their own space |
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